… reminding us how tenuous is a four-year-old’s grasp on metaphysics …
From a few days ago:
Her: Do we have a cat?
Me: No, we do not.
Her: Why not?
Me: Because I don’t want one. [Note: to be fair, we have a Sheltie, a ferret, a goldfish, and assorted chickens and ducks. Various neighbors have cats.]
Her: I want one!
Me: When you grow up, you can get your own cat.
Her, huffing dramatically: Mom, I can’t grow up! You won’t take me to October! [her birth month]
Me, after much laughter: Honey, I can’t take you to October; October has to come to you.
She brought up the subject again yesterday, and she still doesn’t get that growing up takes TIME, and plenty of it.
And as I write this, I wonder–how often do we do this to God? 🙂
Let me look into my crystal ball …
I see a cat in your future. 😉
Aw, c’mon! Get the girl a cat! (I don’t have one either, but I do have a whole breeding operation of dust bunnies.)
Shannon McNear says
Uh, no. If I’ve successfully resisted the entrance of a furball into our household all these years … 😉
I don’t really *hate* cats–Troy and I had them growing up, and as a couple we owned two before he went into the military and moved–but we didn’t get pets for a long time after having kids because while I’m pg I hate animals fawning all over me (and they always seemed to home right in on me) … and then we had a huge problem with feral cats in our neighborhood and in the garage for a while. Ick.
So … maybe later … but much later.
We probably do it all the time…
Ronie Kendig says
Awwww, I love that Corrie! 😀 What a doll! I’d lobby for her regarding the feline, but I won’t torture you that way. LOL