Okay so here’s the set up. For this little conversation to make sense I need to tell you that my husband died when my daughter was 16-months old. I know, pretty bad. I met my current husband [okay I just call him my husband - he’s really more like my perma-fiancé but that takes a whole long explanation in itself] when she was four. She is now eight and calls him daddy. [Her choice.]
D: Mommy, you know when we met daddy?
Me: Yes.
D: I didn’t really like him at first.
Me: You didn’t? Why not?
[Surprised - news to me.]
D: Well, I really didn’t want a dad.
Me: Hmmm. You didn’t? Why not sweetie?
[Thinking I'm getting to the really deep deep issues here.]
D: Well, what I really just wanted was... a dog.
P.S. As you may know, we now have a dog.
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