Outing

Today on our outing my mom demonstrated a firm grasp of object permanence. She bent over and picked up a small pine branch and tossed it into the upstream pond, right where the water slicks over the rocks and gains speed. We then went to the other side of the bridge and waited. I wondered if she'd remember what we were looking for, and sure enough, after about 20 seconds, when it didn't emerge, she said, "I wonder where it went."