Having worked at my computer for what seemed like many hours, I came upstairs expecting a breather. What I heard though could have easily taken my breath away. “She’s dead,” my little five year old Jonah told me with much seriousness, “but don’t worry, she’ll come back again.” Standing over his little sister (who did indeed looked dead), Jonah stretched out his arms and then said with much confidence, “Sophia get up.” You see, Jonah was having a busy morning. Up to that point

We Sullivans were sitting at the dinner table discussing puppies, and Sophia… …our spunky three year old… …thought it was quite the interesting conversation. Partly because puppies are cute (who doesn’t think they’re cute)… …and partly because one of her favourite stuffed animals is a little puppy; as life-like as they come. And it was probably while thinking about her little ‘Wolfie’ as she calls him that she decided to make quite the contribution to the family discussion. “