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We are having wonderful conversations lately. Things my lovely little Beastie said to me, yesterday, include...

"I wish I could read minds! Then I would know what Tom was dreaming about."
Tom is a cat.

"Wouldn't it be awesome if I could just say a word, like (points at my cup) 'GOLD!' and it would turn the thing gold? Or I could say any word, and whatever I was pointing at would turn into the word I said..."

"I'll bet if I was a mama chicken, and I had to sit on eggs, and it wasn't time for them to hatch yet, that would be super boring."



And things that I explained to her, yesterday, include...

-vacuum sealed packaging
-why cameras have flashes
-what happens to bathwater after it drains
-the difference between a pegasus and a unicorn
-what cheerleaders do

Peter, Aaron's cat, brought a rat in and dropped it the other evening when we had the doors open. It led to about an hour of total anarchy, small people standing on furniture shrieking, small people trying to chase and herd it outside, and me trying to shout over everyone to calm them down and formulate some sort of plan. The rat was adorable and terrified of us and, at one point, Aaron managed to catch it in a beanie hat, yet it still got away. We eventually ended up resigning ourselves to the fact that it was going to spend the night in our piano. We set up a humane trap, and now we keep moving that humane trap around the house based on where someone thinks they may have heard or seen the thing. It's in the walls, though, and I don't want to poison it and then have it die in the walls and smell terrible.

Elise and I were talking about this, and all of a sudden she had the biggest eyes and the brightest idea, that the fairies could let it out through the fairy doors we have in the kitchen or the big closet. Ever since then, we talk a lot about the fairies riding the rat around in the walls, and whether they've put a saddle on it.