A funny, creepy, anecdote for Halloween

A few years ago, the fact that I had the remains of my cat Jammer downstairs in my things came up in conversation.  Girl-Child, about 6 at the time, was eager to see him.  I tried to explain that I only had his ashes, and I even described that he was in a little box, but she didn't understand, I guess.  She insisted she wanted to see him.

So I took her to my room and dug through my memorabilia trunk, and unearthed the 3x3x3 white cardboard box; opened it, and showed her the plastic baggy with gray ashes in it. Gently.

She recoiled, and sat in silence for a minute or two, contemplating.  Then she said, "When I grow up and my pets die, I'm not going to burn them. I'm going to have them stuffed."



[By the way, reports are that we will have a Bee-Child (girl) and a Ghoul-Child (boy) parading the streets Halloween night in Boise. Mater Familias is visiting them and hopes to enjoy the spectacle.  I hope to have photos to blog on Sunday, hint hint.]