Baby Duck and I were cuddling in bed this morning. At least, I was trying to cuddle, hoping that the day might go away if I could just keep my eyes closed a little longer, but Baby Duck was full of beans and it was like trying to wrestle an octopus.
“Mum?” he says.
“Mmm?” Go back to sleep, pleeeease.
“Does a girl dog have to marry a boy dog so she can lay eggs?”
Well, no, son. A girl dog has to have a complete biological redesign in order to lay eggs.
After we get that part straightened out he tries again.
“Well, does a girl dog have to marry a boy dog so she can lay puppies?”
“She doesn’t have to marry him, but she has to be with him. She can’t have puppies on her own.”
“Then why did Summer have to have her bits taken out? She’s always on her own.”
I wonder about this kid sometimes. The dog was desexed nearly two years ago. I’m surprised he even remembers it. He thinks about the strangest things.
Must be his father’s genes.