We took Coco to Mark Twain’s house in Hartford, CT two weekends ago. Apparently she was paying very good attention to the tour guide even though she was wandering all over trying to touch all sorts of antique items on display, causing me copious amounts of stress.
Here’s how I know she was taking it all in: a few days ago she announced, as Mark Twain had, “I’m not an American, I am THE American.”
