“Is the turtle dead?” I ask, again.
Initially I relied on Lucas for stats on our sometimes dead-looking new pet. Now I just ask to bother him a bit, and let him feel smarter than me.
“No, Mom,” my thirteen year old rolls his eyes, exasperated and a little amused,“and he wasn’t dead the last time you asked.” I smile, relieved.
Turns out, isolating self-protection and inner-deadness are tricky to differentiate when something is wearing a hard enough shell.
Photo: Emlynn Photography