When we called her to wish her happy birthday, we discovered, as she thanked us for our gift, that she now had a new question about the statue when she asked, “Gramma, how did you get it here?”
Evidently, when she opened the gift, that was her first question: “How did Gramma get it here?”
We had to confess that when they left for home after Christmas, we snuck it into the car, asking Abby’s parents if they could please wrap it up for her birthday. Little did she know that the little girl, the empty birdcage and the cat who ate the bird all rode home with her in the car.
And while that fact will not change, we suspect the day will come when she might well realize that the bird may have just gotten loose and flown away, leaving the cat a complete innocent in the explanation. And then her father will be in the same pickle we were, both the she-we and the he-we, when her father discovered what we had told him about the royal palm trees in Ft. Meyers, Fla., was not true. But the truth be told, we were very surprised to discover that the trunks of the royal palm trees were not made of concrete on which the tops had to be planted.