Why Mommy is something I am hearing more and more. The most recent “why mommy” has been quite entertaining and I really feel for my little girl.
My daughter is 3 years old and she just loves animals. Unfortunately for her we don’t have any pets. My husband is allergic to cats and we are not home during the day for dogs.
Much to my daughters delight a neighbour’s dog came to visit us on Sunday. This Jack Russel was happy to hang around the front door, but my daughter wanted it inside the house. To encourage the dog she made him some snacks of bread and ham and enticed him in.
She kept trying to close the front door to keep him in, but I argued with her because the dog was a nervous animal and I didn’t want to scare it. I certainly wouldn’t want to be trapped inside with my daughter if I was a dog!
I forgot about the dog as I was busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen. A little while later I hear the dog whining and I sent my hubby to look for it. The poor animal had been trapped in my daughter’s bedroom. Obviously she had decided to keep him and locked him in.
My husband called my daughter to the room and pointed out a steaming turd this animal had deposited on my daughter’s Lollos duvet. The look on her face was priceless. I could see she really took this as a personal attack. She asked me “Why Mommy, why did the dog poop on my Lollos duvet?”
I tried to explain to her that the dog was trapped in the room, he didn’t do it to be mean, he just had to poop. “But why on my Lollos duvet?”. Of course I have no explain to offer so I try and come up with something plausible. I looked at her duvet and see some green. Grass is green right?
So I tell her that dogs poop on grass, grass is green… so when he saw the green part on her duvet he thought it was grass. Ok so it turns out my daughter is too clever to fall for that and my explanation actually makes the situation worse. She gives me a black look and says “Mommy that isn’t grass, that is Lettie’s tummy! Why would he want to poop on Lettie’s tummy?”.
I can see the little wheels turning in her brain as she tries to figure this out. How this cute little dog can do something so atrocious as poop on Lettie’s tummy.
She appears to forget about this incident after a while, we wash the duvet and carry on. A few hours later a little voice asks me “Mommy why did that dog poop on my Lollos duvet?”. Once again I am stumped, no matter how I try and explain it I can’t seem to make it better for her. Every few hours since then (and yes it is Wednesday now) she asks me again why he did it to her.
I’ve got an evil sense of humour and every time she has gotten whiny since then I have been tempted to threaten her with getting the dog over again, but of course I can’t because that would make me a Bad Mommy.