*Not a why, but a who question today; it made me wonder if this kid is the most empathetic person in the world*
Today, Margie, Bill, Josh, & Rebecca’s dog Misty died. I was telling Dave on the phone, and Isobel overheard me.
“Mommy, who‘s Misty?”
“She was Bill & Margie’s dog, remember? She licked your hand?”
“Yes. Tucker (their other dog) needs a bone.”
“What? Why, Is?”
“Because Tucker’s gonna be sad, and he likes bones.”