Today the girls and I were heading to a lunch playdate with good friends. On the way, while stopped at a red light, a dog was quietly leaning out a slightly open window to enjoy the sights and, I suppose, smells of summertime. I told the girls to look out Miss K's window and check him out. Here is the conversation that followed.
Miss A: Mom, when I grow up I'm going to have a little dog.
Me: Sure, Miss A. You sure can.
Miss K: I want to have a chicken.
Miss A and Me: What?!?!?!!??? (There were quickly a few chuckles too).
Miss K: A chicken. A little chick to cuddle.
In between chuckles, I did try to explain that while little chicks are cute and cuddly you would have a tough time trying to cuddle or even wrangle a grown-up chicken. Oh well, let her think what she wants. As with many three year-olds I'm sure her dreams will be completely different by tomorrow.
Not sure if I’ve told you this
7 months ago
