As we’re driving along, Aaron’s in the back seat, looking at a rural scene on a postcard that he got somewhere.

“You know what I see?”
“What?”
“A lambpire.”

I try to figure out what he means. Did he mispronounce it, or make up a new word? A lamb empire?  A lamb-umpire? A lamb-…

“You mean a lamb vampire?”
“Yup.”

He shows me the postcard, and it’s just a scene of a pig and some hills. He points to the ridge of one of the hills and says that it’s really small. There’s nothing there.

But you know what? I see it too. The hills are teeming with them.