We saw a marvellous piece of reasoning from Miss FiveYO this morning.
She wants to be a parrot — not a little girl — so she can fly around the ceiling with her friends and “not get eaten by Cane Toads”.
The Toads were mentioned in a story yesterday, other than that I have no idea how they were introduced to the mental thread this morning.
The parrots are & were kicking around in the back yard, where we (according to the gauge) took at least 40mm of extra rain last night. And are still taking it. It’s not really cold enough to feel truly wintery, but the precipitation is generally in the right range.