Dad’s Babysitter

Background: Toddler’s dad, my ex, was recently dating a woman, Z, who had a fantastic dog, Y. (No sarcasm here! The dog worked as a therapy dog in a school for special-neeeds kids and Toddler was rightly impressed when comparing Y to our own adorably stupid canine.)

Toddler: “I want to pretend that our dog’s name is Y.”

Me: “That would be funny. Have you seen Y or Z recently?”

Toddler: “No, I haven’t seen Z in maybe… three days?”

Me: “Oh, maybe she’s on vacation because it’s the summer.”

Toddler: “No, she’s just not my dad’s babysitter any more.”

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