She always wants me to draw a snake. Then two snakes. Then rain. Always rain and snakes. This is strange to me. I never ever think of snakes or rain. I like the smell of rain, but am not sure what snakes smell like or if they have a smell at all. She loves to call me Tina, but only when she really means it. Only when she wants my attention for real. I love this. It seems more intimate than mamma or mommy. She and I are special because she knows my name and how to use it.

The other she wants to see sheep. And a mamma sheep and a baby sheep. And two sheep. Everything in twos in my house. One. Two.

Two snakes and two sheep. And baaa, sheep. And rain. "Tina. snakes. rain. Mamma Tina."

I want to know how they think and what makes them remember and why why why. All of it. I want to know their internal lives.