threatened by deforestation (phrased in the most child-friendly way,
of course) Art was apparently quite concerned. He called me upstairs
half an hour after we'd said goodnight to ask,
"How do we save the tigers from getting smaller?"
I assured him it wasn't the tigers that are getting smaller, it's
their forest. "The tigers stay the same size," I said.
"For the whole day?"
"Yes. The whole day."
He smiled, yelped a little sound and snuggled in. "Goodnight, Mama."