My "Dog"ter

E on her 4th birthday (combo paint and candy... it was a good day)

I had a deep conversation with my 4 year old niece at the grocery store today.  For some reason she doesn't like the fact that my child, my baby, the little girl in my life is furry, has four legs and licks uncontrollably.

We have had conversations about who my child is.

E: Auntie who is your child?

Me: Petchi.

E: Petchi? Petchi is your daughter?

Me: Yes.

Another time it went like this:

E: Auntie who is Petchi's mom?

Me: Me.

E: I mean her real mother, her dog mother.

Me: Tootsie.

E: Oh, Tootsie is Petchi's real mom?

Me: Yes, she is adopted. Don't tell her, she doesn't know yet.


or

E: Auntie when are you going to have children?

Me: I have Petchi.

E: When are you going to find a husband?

Me: I am not sure.

E: Hmmm.



Today it went like this:

E: Auntie, when you have real kids, a real daughter will Petchi become your dog?

Me: Hm... yes, when I have a daughter Petchi will become my pet. Until then she is my kid.

E:  Oh, when you have a real daughter Petchi will just be the dog.

Me: Yes.

Her  little brain is trying to reconcile itself that I, a human, have an animal for a child. heh heh.