Are You My Mother?

 Tonight, I was sitting outside with Elizabeth reading one of her books.  It's called Are You My Mother? The baby bird has lost his mother and begins searching for her.  He asks all of these other animals if they are his mother until he eventually finds her.  At the end of the book, Elizabeth looked at me and said, "That's a silly book.  Birdies don't talk.  Doggies don't talk and cows don't talk.  Where was his daddy?"  I wasn't sure how to respond.  When did she become so analytical?  The funny part was seeing her little brain at work as I was reading it to her.  I could tell that she didn't think something was right about it.  Oh, my little book critic!