The Kid: Mama, what makes you go goozey inside?
Me: Ah. Goozey? You mean, like, all warm and fuzzy?
The Kid: Right.
Me: (pleased, b/c, you know, I KNOW the right answer to this one, which is an important thing, for us feral children): "You do, sweetness. When I think about my sweet baby, I get all goozy inside."
The Kid: Oh.
(Apparently this was NOT the right answer.)
Me: Um. What makes you go goozy inside?
The Kid: I was talking to Katy. You know. At school? What makes HER go goozy inside is baby rabbits.
Me: Oh, is it?
The Kid: Yep.
Me: And what makes you goozy?
The Kid: Wolves.
Me: Wolves. I like wolves too.
The Kid: Wolves feedin their babies...
The Kid (with such an expression of sweetness on her face, you would not believe it)...feeding their babies regurgitated baby rabbits. I totally love that.
2 hours ago