My girl

Marlo has been asking for a pet. Actually acting heartbroken about it. She pretends she's a dog/cat/koala/red-eyed-tree frog/whatever all the time. She made a leash out of pipe cleaner (aka "the thing that you bend with fuzzies on it") and routinely requests an owner and a walk. I will walk her, but I will not get her a pet and the reasons are as follows:

• They die. I can't handle that (ask Amy about the time our heater broke on our fishtank).
• They have hair. And it sticks to everything but their bodies.
• I think I have enough poop to deal with.
• Mark's very allergic to cats and most dogs. This is the main excuse I give to Marlo.

So today she tells me that her dad isn't allergic to cats. I tell her that he most certainly is. And she says, "No he's not. The other day I was a cat and he didn't even sneeze once."