The poor dog.
Not only was she knocked from her perch atop the pedestal of love and attention when our daughter arrived... she's been deprived of what once was her favorite toy.
And it's all because of the toy's name: fuzzy sperm.
|See? It looks like a fuzzy sperm.|
Fuzzy sperm was one of the first toys we bought for Luna when she was a puppy. Primarily because it made us giggle. She loved it. And we thought it was hysterical.
But fuzzy sperm was phased out... sort of by necessity. Sure, other toys came along. Witchy, dragon, weasel. We're not too creative with the dog toy names, as you can see.
But tonight Luna fished deep into her basket of toys and pulled out fuzzy sperm... and we joyfully said, "Look you found fuzzy ssss... ohhhh...."
We stopped ourselves. This is why fuzzy sperm has been all but shelved the past two or so years. We can't be throwing the word sperm around like it's a high school locker room.
|Reunited and it feels so good|
How am I supposed to explain that to my 4 year-old daughter? "That's where babies come from?" Not bad... but then God forbid she goes to day care or a disapproving relative and starts talking about sperm the same way she was spreading rumors recently about mommy being pregnant.
Since we can't bring ourselves to get rid of it - too much history - fuzzy sperm stays on the bottom of the basket with the exception of those rare occurrences that Luna discovers it again.
And I repeat: mommy is not pregnant.
This is really the first post where Luna was the spotlight since one of my earliest, from right after my daughter's birth.