Let the dog in!

“I think I see one,” Kid said, her hands cupping her face as she peered through the glass door into the dark.

She had been eating dinner while I was chopping veggies for a salad. She snuck up to steal a couple of cucumber sticks (cut and left out for her, unbeknownst to her) and dashed back. Seeing her eating, I told her how her great-grandma Dorothy had liked to eat cucumbers, too.

“Where is she?” she asked while chomping away. I told her she’s in heaven with the other angels, but they come here, too, to help if you need it.

“Angels do? Where?”
“Oh, they’re everywhere,” I said noncommittally.
“Inside our house?”
“Yep. Maybe over there or up there,” I pointed to the ceiling. She’s already forgotten, but I won’t, the time she looked up at the ceiling while in the bathtub and said, why is Daddy up there looking at me. How to have your heart stop when Daddy is out of town for business.

“Are they outside, too?”
“Sure, they’re everywhere. Everyone has them wherever they are.”
“Ohhhhhh!” Tossing her noodles to the floor, she swung her feet over the dining chair arm speckled with breakfast and hopped to the smudged-up sliding glass door. She pressed her ketchup-y face flat against the glass.

“There. I think I see one behind that tree!” That one’s for me, I hoped to myself….