It Was All Just A Misunderstanding

Here is a transcript between me and my 6-year-old daughter. It was recorded by secret devices I have planted around the house. (Actually, it was recorded by my brain.)  

Simone: Mom, I really want a toy hearse to play with. I'll have a special box with it and I'll play with it and all my animals and I'll move it around and stuff.

(slight pause while I process that my daughter wants a toy hearse.)

Me: Okay. I guess. Sure! Why not. We could paint a Barbie car black and put little ribbons on it and you can have funerals and stuff.

Simone: What?

Me: You know. For your dead animals. The other animals can mourn them and you can put them in the hearse and move it around. We could even build you a burial site out of felt and playdough or something.

Simone: Mom! What are you TALKING about? I want a HEARSE not a HEARSE.

(Pause. Pause. Pause.)

Me: Oh! You want a HORSE. A toy HORSE.

Simone: That’s what I said. A hearse.

Me: Okay. Then just forget everything I just said.

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