My daughter is Don Quixote

Keri, Katelyn and I were driving out to 29 Palms last weekend for our cousin Matthew's 2nd birthday. On the way, we passed hundreds of windmills and every time she saw one, Katelyn would shout "Windmill!" She spent lots of time talking about them and she even tried to count them (1-26, then 27, 28, 29, 26, 27, 28, 29, 26, 27, 28, 29, 40!). Finally, she told me, "Mommy, we got to drive right up there and bump into that windmill!" Why? Because it's there! No other reason needed.