It started out being about money ("it can't buy you everything mommy"-- followed by an extensive list of the things it can't buy -- most of which it actually can, like 'fingernails' but I wasn't going to argue with her when she was on such a philosophical tear).
She then moved on to her plan for creating a schedule to clean up after the dog (you know, the one we don't own) that went something like this -- 'we clean it up one day, you guys clean it up the next day, and so on until the dog dies.' I like how she's envisioning the excitement of getting a dog, the drudgery of looking after the dog, and the inevitable death of the dog all in one sentence.
We then briefly revisited the tough time she's having with her career decision -- still torn between being a veterinarian and being a mime. Today she decided that this could also be done on an every other day schedule. At this point K started yelling out requests from E's mime routine, so we had a quick performance of 'trapped in a box' and 'in the elevator.'
She brought it all back home by returning to her original point about how important the real things in life are -- like family. As she concluded, she snuggled up closer to me, but was having trouble getting comfortable. I shifted around and said 'sorry, my boobs are in your way!'
"It's okay, mummy. They're part of the family too."
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