Made a quick trip to the commissary. As we were leaving I called Miss M over to remind her we would be in the parking lot soon and she was going to have to pick someone's hand to hold.
The whole time I'm giving my shpeal she's just staring into the manager's office we happened to be standing next to.
When I stopped talking she looked at me, pointed into the dark office and said,
"Yeah! There's no dolphins in there! I can hold somebody's hand! Yeah!"
No dolphins = Sure I can hold your hand. Great.