The girls and I went to the mall on Friday, to hunt down the ever-elusive perfectly fitting skinny jeans (which, by the way, we found. VICTORY!)
On the way home, the conversation turned to pets.
SweetZ: Why don’t we have a cat?
Me: We already have six animals, honey. We don’t need another one.
SweetZ: But none of them are my animal.
Me: I can share Abby and Ginger with you.
SweetZ: But they’re not cats.
Me: Well, that’s true.
SweetZ: I want a cat. An orange one. I will name her Peaches and she will be awesome and fluffy.
Me: But Daddy is allergic to cats.
SweetZ: What’s allergic?
Me: Allergic is when something makes your skin all itchy and you sneeze a lot.
SweetZ: Oh. That won’t be a problem [she pronounces this PLOB-blem] because Dad’s not allergic to awesome.