Because Nita doesn't read well (which we suspect is related to prenatal alcohol exposures), she can have a skewed perception on life.
Which, now that I think about it, could be related to living with us.
For example, yesterday, she was talking about the movie where the animals all "went nuts" and attacked all the people. "You know," she said, "Disaster Farm."
After I had entertained a few minutes of glorious mental images of rabid-acting lambs and mad cow disease, she finally added, "The one with the dinosaurs?"
"Ohhhhh," Kiki said, "Jurassic Park."
"Yep. Disaster Farm." When I told EG, he imagined prehistoric chickens.
I am thinking about naming this place Disaster Farm.