2/23/10

Romance

“Mouse is a cat,” Mallory said this morning on the drive to school, referring to Mouse the dog. (Confused yet?)

“How so?” I asked.

“She likes to jump up on tables, like cats do.”

“But Mallory, she can’t be a cat,” Phoebe said. “Her parents were both dogs, so she has to be a dog too.”

“I know she’s not really a cat,” Mallory said, “but she acts like a cat.” Then she asked: “When did Mouse’s mom and dad get married?”

“They’re not married, honey,” I said, “they’re dogs.”

“Yeah, but don’t you have to be married to have a baby?”

“Well, people do,” I said [not adding: in most cases]. “But dogs don’t get married.”

“Then how does the mommy dog get pregnant?”

“Well, they mate,” I said.

“Ewwww!” the girls shrieked in unison.

“It’s what has to happen,” I said.

“Gross,” Mallory said. Then: “Where did they go?”

“Pardon?” I said.

“Where did they go, on their date?”

“I didn’t know dogs could go on dates,” Phoebe added.

“No, not date. They don’t go on a date, they mate.”

“But what does that—“ Mallory began.

“Oops, here we are!” I interrupted, zooming into the carpool line, and then I started babbling unnecessarily about finding backpacks and lunch boxes and having a nice day. A cowardly move, I know. But who wants to talk about the birds and the bees and the puppies too, first thing in the morning?

1 comments:

aimee said...

The best questions from kids (or the worst from the mom's perspective) always happen in the car.

Good move, stalling like that. I would have done the same.

Dating dogs. I would like to see that.