Claire: Me. Baby. Doh.
Tony: What?
Claire: Baby Doh. Baby do (louder). Me Baby doh. Dou-hiss baby doh.
Tony: You want a baby dog for you and Douglas?
Claire: Yes.
Tony: Well, we are certainly not going to get one tonight.
Claire: Now.
Tony: Not now.
Douglas (joining the conversation): What about a cat? They're quiet.
Tony: Pets are a lot of work. Like you have to feed them, clean up their poop,
Claire (interupting): Walk.
Jennifer: Yes, you have to take them on walks.
Claire: Mess
Tony: Yes, you have to pick up their messes.
Douglas: And you have to feed them and water them,
Claire (interupting again): Bath
Jennifer: Yes, you have to give dogs baths.
Douglas: What about a cat?
Tony: They are a lot of work too.
Douglas: What about a parsabeet? I mean a parakeet?
Tony: I can think of a lot of pets I'd rather have than a bird. They
don't make a very good pet because you can't really cuddle with them.
Claire: No walk
Tony: Yes, you can't easily take a bird for a walk.
Douglas went on to suggest that maybe we get a pet giraffe and we brainstormed all the silly things we'd need to have such a pet (a super tall "dog house" in the backyard, a giraffee door into the house, etc).
Jennifer: Should we get a giraffe, Claire?
Claire: No way.
We can't believe how much more she is talking and communicating without those tonsils in her way. Amazing!
Today, I asked her if she knew that I loved her and brother. She said "Yes. Very much."
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