Last night, I watched a friend’s niece for a few hours. Endless entertainment, those 8 year olds are, I tell ya.

I showed her Mazzy’s urn and tried to explain that she had been creamated and they gave her to me in this pretty urn so that I could always have her close to me. The look on her face should have told me that I was dealing with a very freaked out little girl, but you forget because she’s so mature. So, I go on to tell her that they burned Mazzy up and gave me her ashes to keep. Apparently that cleared things right up. She promptly got in the back of my friend Sam’s truck and tell her that I “had my dog evaporated and put in a jar”.

Aiiiii, carumba.