So, we're watching Planet Earth last night,
"...and so the injured elephant calf wanders thirsty and lost. He follows his mother's tracks-- the only hope for his survival-- but sadly, in the wrong direction."
The camera man continues to film, David Attenborough drolls on in his silky rich voice, my children watch with cold interest, my husband has nothing to say, and me?
I'm in the kitchen making dinner, hugging my own little "calf" closer in his sling and trying not to cry.