Cranky Complaints-Lady Buys BOOKS! (or tries to)

Animal, vegetable, hmm?

Gavriel Zev was enjoying his noisy little farmyard toy after supper last night.  It’s one of those things where you push the button and the door pops up and it makes an awful electronic baaing noise.  (We usually keep it in the car, but the big kids cleaned the car and brought it inside without realizing.)

So he was pushing the buttons and enjoying the noises, and turned to ask me how many animals there are.  I said four:  dog, cow, sheep, duck.

He looked at the thing, took a minute to compose perhaps the most complex sentence I have ever heard him attempt, and said:  “dog is LIKE an animal, but it isn’t.”  Definitely the sort of thing he hears me say all the time.

I said, as tactful as I could, “actually… dog really IS an animal.”

“No!”  Laughing out loud.  “Dog isn’t an animal!”  Hilarious.  I’m telling you; I should do stand-up. 

“Hmm… then what is it?”

“Dog isn’t an animal… it’s a PUPPY!”

Oh, okay.  Gotta work on that taxonomy, though he is sort of right.

(p.s.  Why we have the obnoxious toy in the first place:  sometimes, when I’m in Value Village, I’ll let the kids hold a toy and if it is a particularly cute or functional toy, and if they behave nicely in the store, I will occasionally pay $0.99 to $1.99 and buy the thing on the way out.  So that’s why.  So there.)