“Padre! Padre! Come here!” The Girl had discovered a new dilemma — I could hear it in her voice. (She’s taken to calling K and me “Madre” and “Padre” of late — I think it’s kind of cute.)

“What?”

“There’s a snapping turtle in our backyard, trapped by the fence, and Clover is going crazy with it.”

I put on some heavy gloves and went out for a turtle rescue, only to discover

that L doesn’t know what a snapping turtle looks like compared to a regular box turtle.

“Does that mean we can take it up and show everyone?”

“Of course.”