Mallory said, in reference to my upcoming trip to New York, that I shouldn't go at all because she will miss me too much. I said that I would miss her too. "But," I added, "I'm excited that I'll get to see Grandmom and Aunt Jana and Aunt Aimee, because I really miss them too. I don't get to spend time with them very often."
"Yeah, but you spend more time with them than you do with me," she said.
"No, I don't. How could I? They live across the country," I said.
"I mean," she clarified, "in your whole life, you've spent more time with them than with me. So you should stay home."
On a sadder note, my in-law's dog died last weekend. Sophie was a Miniature Schnauzer, a bit yappy and getting crotchety in her old age. She was never a great playmate for the kids, but she was always there, and she was loyal. (In fact, when I went back to work and we started bringing Mallory over there every day, Sophie made it a habit to go perch in the driveway and wait for her. On weekends, she'd sit and wait for hours before finally giving up.) Phoebe, I think, doesn't quite understand what it means that Sophie is dead; Mallory does, but I hadn't thought it bothered her all that much. But then on Sunday night, she said, "Do dogs understand words?"
"Well," I said, "they understand some words. Finn understands 'sit' and 'no' and 'come here,' for example."
"Would Finn understand it if I said, 'Don't ever go to heaven'?"
RIP Sophie, you were a good girl.
"Yeah, but you spend more time with them than you do with me," she said.
"No, I don't. How could I? They live across the country," I said.
"I mean," she clarified, "in your whole life, you've spent more time with them than with me. So you should stay home."
On a sadder note, my in-law's dog died last weekend. Sophie was a Miniature Schnauzer, a bit yappy and getting crotchety in her old age. She was never a great playmate for the kids, but she was always there, and she was loyal. (In fact, when I went back to work and we started bringing Mallory over there every day, Sophie made it a habit to go perch in the driveway and wait for her. On weekends, she'd sit and wait for hours before finally giving up.) Phoebe, I think, doesn't quite understand what it means that Sophie is dead; Mallory does, but I hadn't thought it bothered her all that much. But then on Sunday night, she said, "Do dogs understand words?"
"Well," I said, "they understand some words. Finn understands 'sit' and 'no' and 'come here,' for example."
"Would Finn understand it if I said, 'Don't ever go to heaven'?"
RIP Sophie, you were a good girl.
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Sorry about Sophie.