R.J.
My fav story is actually a friend's of mine. She was sitting a L. girl (about 4, that she sat several times a week) and after getting instructions from the parents downstairs, went upstairs to find the L. girl (their family doesn't do goodbyes, but that's another thing). ANYHOW... my friend goes upstairs and finds the L. girl and the dog.
And hair clippers.
And a bald dog.
My friends is a psych student, so she didn't make the mistake of asking "What are you doing?" ((Which makes toddlers freeze... afterall... it's obvious, isn't it? But if they thought it was obvious and it's NOT obvious to the all knowing adult, then -toddler logic- it's NOT what they thought it was. Oh no! What ARE they doing???? Hence the "I don't know!" answer when you ask "what" a toddler is doing in a horrified voice.)) Anyhow... my friend sits down with the L. girl and asks "Why is she shaving the dog?"
L. girl looks up.
"Doggie has chemo."
The reason my friend was babysitting so frequently was that mom had cancer.
She felt the dog should be in solidarity with mom. It wasn't fair, afterall, that she and the dog had hair and mom didn't. Lucky for her, unlucky for the dog, she decided to do the dog's hair FIRST.