This is the conversation Wildman and I had on the way home from preschool today:
Me: Have you thought about what stuffed animal you want to bring to school on Friday for the toy pet parade?
Wildman: Nope.
Me: You can bring Husky, if you want.
Wildman: Yeah. Husky is a dog like Sugar and Spice are dogs.
Me: Yes, he is. But he’s a stuffed dog.
Wildman: I like dogs.
Me: I know you do.
Wildman: Dogs ride in the back of trucks sometimes.
Me: Yep.
W: Maybe we can take Sugar and Spice in the back of our truck some time.
Me: I don’t think so, Wildman. Sugar and Spice belong to Mr. Guido.
W: Who is Mr. Guido?
Me: He’s our neighbor. You see him walking his dogs in the evenings.
W: Oh. I don’t like Mr. Guido’s name.
Me: Well, there’s nothing you can do about that.
W: Why not?
Me: Because it’s his name. You can’t change a person’s name just because you don’t like it.
W: I like the name Bob. Mr. Guido should be “Bob”.
Me: You can’t change Mr. Guido’s name, honey.
W: I still like “Bob”.
Me: Okay…
Aileen
Apr 04, 2008 @ 14:43:37
A man with no arms and legs that floats in the water is named Bob.
I have these dizzying conversations myself…