She’s not little because she’s BIG and BIGGER and she’s “a little bit six” but she’s still three until Subtember.
Today we were walking to the park, when some neighborhood dogs came running up and licked her all over. She did not like this. Stiff as a board, her face lifted high and to the side, she scrunched up her eyes, her mouth and her nose until they were finished with her.
“Mom! Those dogs were licking me all OVER!”
“Yep. You must taste really sweet.”
“No,” she said earnestly, “I do not. I am GROSS! And I’m all filled with brains. Dogs do not like to eat brains. They like to eat food. That you throw at them.”