Mountains are pretty awesome, and my niece is pretty cute. That’s my thesis. Here is my first piece of evidence:
If you have a niece who’s that cute and that sad, you naturally want to help. I thought that sitting with her and chatting might do the trick.
And a good while later, I settled on the whole misery-loves-company thing and put on my best “Yeah, this stinks!” face. She’s way better at that look than I am. On the bright side, she loves stuffed animals and taking rib bones to show and tell. We’ll get on famously as soon as I stop trying to get pictures of her.