I was sitting on the couch with Baby Girl, looking at a map of Glacier National Park as it looks like that’s where we’ll be going for a big old Out West trip next summer. Across the top of the map were illustrations of the different kinds of animals you might expect to see in Glacier. Baby Girl wasn’t too sure of what a marmot was, so I read her the blurb about marmots–five to ten pounds, den in rocky places, eat vegetation.
She then asked, “What do bears eat?”
“Bears eat just about anything,” I replied.
“Like a bite of a kid and then a bite of a grownup?”
