
But, Cow Tales aside, I've got to share the latest TTism. We were walking along and...
TT: Mom, I just love my friend, Otis.
Me: Otis? (I'm thinking to myself, is he some new student I haven't met? After all, TT has a knack for meeting people around here. I just found out earlier this summer that he knew the

TT: Yeah, Otis. He takes me places, gets me where I need to go. I can count on him. He takes care of people.
Me: Who is Otis? I don't know him.
TT: The elevator... Why do they name elevators Otis anyway, Mom?
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I love the way TT looks at the world.
Me too. Most days anyway...and when he's not looking from the roof.
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