I'd told Lindsay on the way home that the men from the borough came and made the dead tree into a tree sculpture. I didn't know if this was going to be upsetting. When we got home, she walked up to it and said, "Well, it would be fine if it didn't have a cow's vagina."
Seriously. That's what she said. And I said, "Huh." Because I couldn't think of anything else to say.