I love morning conversations, snuggled in a warm nest of wool and down, with my girls. This morning Gregorie, now 6.5, the Baby Bubble, also known simply as B, and I exchanged these thoughts while Poodle, aka Alex, 8, slept in a bit.
G: Mama, when I grow up I'm going to have lots of cats and dogs, lots of kittens and puppies. LOTS of cats!
M: A lot of cats means a LOT of cat poop.
G: That's okay. They will go outside to... you know... Like Traveler does.
M: Oh, okay. Well, I hope you live on a farm or in the woods or something.
G: Ya, I will. But well, the little ones, maybe they will have a litter box or something.
M: So, who's going to clean all that poo out of the litter box?
G: Well, me of course. Because I'm going to live alone. I mean, no husband or anything.
M: How many cats are you really thinking you'll have?
G: Like maybe 20.
M: Oh, so you'll be a crazy cat lady?
G: No. Because I'll have dogs too. [pause] Mama, are cats allowed in Thailand?
G: And dogs?
G: Are you sure?
M: Yes, I'm sure. I told you how when Aunt Kelly and I were in Thailand we stayed in a hut on the beach for a couple weeks and we had a dog who lived with us. Remember?
G: I remember. [pause] Do they have pet stores in Thailand?
M: I think they probably do.
G: Do you think it's hard to learn Thailandish?
M: It's just called Thai. They speak Thai in Thailand.
G: Do you think I could learn it?
M: I'm sure you could.
G: [thinking] I think maybe I should go to Mexico first because I already know a little Spanish.