She always tells me about what made her happy and what made her sad that day.
Then she went on to tell me that he was so soft and said "cock-a-doodle-doo" to her.
I laughed and said, "You are right."
Then she said, "He wasn't blue either."
"No," she said with definiteness only possible in a two-year-old.
"He was Tomater. And I love him."