My granddaughter, Rose, who is three, drug an old pushbutton phone we keep for her to play with down the hall to the living room and said, “This is a puppy. Do you want to pet it?”
I dutifully petted the “puppy”. Later she set the phone on the coffee table and on a whim I decided to make a pretend phone call. On that day, Rose’s sister had a minor injury, so I inquired of the “doctor” about it and concluded with, “Okay, I’ll have her mommy call for an appointment.”
When I “hung up”, Rose said, “Sissy can’t go to the doctor.”
“Oh,” I asked, “Why not?”
Her answer—the last thing I expected— “Because you were calling on your puppy’s tail.”
Elizabeth Ruth
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