It’s me with my niece, Krystal. We’re rocking on Mum’s porch. She’s consoling me because my mum laughed at me. Mum laughs whenever I’m out on the lawn hunting birds, chasing butterflies, digging up grubs, snapping at pesky flies, or pouncing on walnuts. She thinks I don’t notice, but I do. And I don’t like it one bit. Little kids don’t like it when grownups laugh at them, either. It makes their tummies flip upside-down.