When I visit my little pixie, I'm drawn into imaginary kingdoms and stuffed animal sanctuaries. My last visit, though, was particularly magical for a surprising reason. As I was marveling at granddaughter's energy (she was hopping around the room), my perfect grandchild said, "Grandma, if you were still married to grandpa, you would have a dog." Her comment came from no where, and after she said it, she continued to fly about the room. It simply was a statement of fact. She could care less about the ended marriage; her focus was the dog.
I laugh every time I think of this. How did we adults get so complicated?