Don't worry, I made a significant deposit in her Future Mental Health Care Fund this morning

You may recall that my daughter made some muffins for our friends' dogs recently. Well, the reviews are in, and she's the talk of the local dogiverse! Fan mail has been pouring in: “They were super yummy!” “I ate the second one in one bite!” “Better than ass!” Yes, it's high praise and accolades all around.

Receiving the above-pictured thank-you note from a friend's dog named Georgia, however, confused M a bit, and resulted in us having the following exchange:

Can that dog talk?

Seems like it, huh?

I've never seen a dog that could talk before! Can Truman talk?!

No, 'fraid not.

Because he's not very smart, right?

Yes. Exactly.

I don't know what's worse from a psychological perspective: that I've convinced my daughter that dogs can talk (and write letters!), or that she now believes that our dog could talk, were he not so dumb as to have been actually rendered mute by his own stupidity. Unlike the vast majority of whip-smart, Chatty-Cathy canines. Of course.

Can I have my parenting award now, please?

Comments

[birchsprite]

One day when I have kids ...I want to be a mother just like you!

No seriously... I do!

[slouching mom]

OK. That is SIDE-SPLITTINGLY FUNNY!

Snort.

[Cara]

That's ok, I've convinced my 2 year old that there are monsters in the garage so he won't keep trying to go out there. He just figured out how to open doors, lord help me.

[rimarama]

According to Lithuanian legend, animals can speak at the stroke of midnight on Christmas Eve. Maybe you guys can make a little pilgrimage out there this December. The Baltic is the new Tahoe, you know.

[Ree]

Okay, the "Better than ass" comment got me for the greatest one-liner I read today. The rest of the post? Snorting coffee up my nose.