“Look, Josh, there’s another message from your mother.” Josh glanced and looked away. “That’s not my mother.” “But look, in the elephant poop, it’s a woman’s face.” “I know, but it’s not my mother. It’s distorted because of the medium. It doesn’t even look like her. Look at the eyes.” I had to climb to the back of the elephant to get another angle on it. He was right, it wasn’t his mother. “I guess you’re right. The medium obscured the message.” “That’s what I’m saying.” “I’ll bet it looks like someone’s mom, though.”
