Mom, have you seen Cristi? He was somewhere around here in the yard, dear. Go check in the back, where the chickens are, maybe he’s saying goodbye to Foxy. Last night, I found him reading stories to the chickens in the coop. Mom, I told you to have him all ready to go before I came back, now I’m running around stepping in chicken poop looking for him. We don’t live by the clock here, dear. What …
