|The Day My Daughter Traded Me For A Puppy||08/08/05|
While the four of us were enjoying lunch, my daughter, who's famously afraid of strange dogs, made an announcement.
"When I get bigger, I'm going to have a dog!"
That delighted us no end. Maddie's apparently made a conscious decision to get over her fear. So we ask her more about it.
"When I turn six, and Daddy dies, I'm going to get a dog," she exclaims happily and with pride.
"Mommy can get a dog for me."
So, I explain to the little dear that I don't have to die for her to get a puppy. And she explains to me that, well, that's the way it's going to go down. She points to me, "Daddy dies." She points to her mother, "Mommy gets me a doggy." As if she knows something I don't.
She better not.
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