Isabella (she’s now six) is playing: Name That Animal!
She’s on the floor, pretending…
Iz: Roar! Roar! … I’m a lion. Daddy, what am I?
Me: Ok, you’re a lion.
Iz, referring to her sister: Julianna (she’s 8) is a seal! Say she’s a seal! Arf! Arf!
Me: Yes, she’s a seal.
Iz: Daddy, you’re a snake. Say you’re a snake.
Me: I’m a Ssssssssssnake.
Iz: And Mommy is a cow. Say she’s a cow.
Me: Ok. Umm. Honey, let me explain something to you. Nothing Good has ever come from a man calling a woman “a cow.” Never in the history of time. Especially, not his wife. So, yeah… No.
Mommy looks over, and nods an approval.
Iz: Ok… Mommy is a dog. Say she’s a dog!
Me: Along the same lines, let me explain something to you…