At yesterday's play-date, Valerie came face-to-face with a canine. Despite the four-legged creature being rather older and quite gentle, she was immensely displeased to share oxygen with the pooch. In fact, her face revealed signs of utter terror.
During the normal dinner-time discussion recounting the various activities of each family member's day, we discussed Valerie's play-date. The issue of the fearful dog came up.
Daddy: Why didn't you like the dog, Valerie?
Valerie: It was big and mean! (Turns out the dog is a bit of a groaner.)
Daddy: What would you think if we get a dog here?
Valerie: I don't want a dog. (The desire changes weekly.)
Daddy: If we got a dog, we would get a baby dog, a puppy at first, who would grow big over time.
Valerie: I don't want a dog.
Daddy: Why not?
Valerie: I want a pony!
Pause
Mommy: (chiming in) You can get a pony when you grow up and get a job and can pay for it yourself.
Daddy: Yeah, it turn out your mom and I aren't really horse people.
Why do so many little girls dream of owning a pony when they are little? I guess it's good to dream big.....
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