Lilly is recovering from a cold and eye infection. She was explaining rather loudly to the rest off the sick kids at the walk-in clinic, "That pink fish is gonna die! That fish is gonna die!" Of course, saying it once isn't as good as ten times. We tried to tell her that the doctors take good care of the fish but she wasn't buying it. Maybe the fish needs some antibiotics, too!
I think this stems from when Glenna's dog, Gabby, died. They took her to the badlands to bury her. Every once in a while, Lilly would mention the dog. She started talking about Gabby more often at home. I tried to tell Lilly that maybe she shouldn't talk about Gabby at Glenna's house because that might make Glenna sad. One morning, when I was dropping Lilly off, she says "They put Gabby in the twunk!" That tipped me off that she may be asking questions. She mentioned Gabby so often at our house that I felt like I needed to say something to Glenna about it. She said that Lilly comes up to her and says, "Gabby died!" five or six times a day (Kind of like, "Mommy, you're tummy's really, really big!") Glenna is very understanding but I can't help but feel bad. Lilly doesn't really get it and gets stuck on topics like two year olds do, but sometimes I do wish she came with a mute button. :-)
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