We went to the drive through at McDonald's yesterday. (By the way, I have realized that going through the drive through is no longer the experience it is meant to be. With two kids who need help eating their food, I end up pulling into a parking space, hopping out, opening one of their doors, and standing there doling out food in manageable sizes/shapes, etc. On the other hand, the kids stay in their seats, and there is a definite benefit to that.)
E had a Happy Meal. Typically, I swipe the toy and put it aside until/if she asks for it. Today she asked for it. "What is the toy?" she asked. "I think it's a horse," I replied. "I want it.....where's the brush?"
As we (and by we, I mean me) were cleaning up from our car-picnic-lunch, E asked me, "What is her name?" I said, "I think you get to name her. What name will you give her?"
She said, "Clancy."
"Really. Do you know who Clancy is?"
"No."
"Clancy was Ms. Claire's dog, before she had Siersha (apologies to Claire, I still can't spell the pup's name)... She used to come and visit you when you were a Babe. Do you remember her?"
"No. Where is she? I want to see her."
"Well, she's gone now, honey, you can't see her."
"Where is she?"
"Well, I think she's in dog heaven."
"With Angel?"
"I hope so."
"Do they feed her?"
"Angel?"
"Yeah. Do they feed her in dog heaven?"
"I'm sure they do. What do you think they might feed her?"
"Our doggy food."
"I bet you are probably right."
"Do they give her ice cream?"
"What?"
"I bet they give her ice cream to feel better. I bet it makes her heart feel better."
"Oh; you know, I bet it really does help her feel better."
"I think it would make your throat feel better, Mommy."
"Ice cream? I bet you're right. It would make my throat feel better."
"I think we should get some. Bear: do you like ice cream? Would it make you feel better? I think it would make her feel better, too."
