Over the past several months Moby's fur had gotten pretty badly matted so I decided I better take her to a pet groomer. I wasn't going to try and deal with that mess. While I was on the phone making an appointment, Jonah was in the room listening closely.
Groomer: Is the cat a male or a female?
Me: Female
Jonah: He's a male mom!
Groomer: Has she been spayed?
Me: Yes, she has.
Jonah: He, mom, HE!
Goomer: How old is she?
Me: She's about 5 to 6 years old.
Jonah: MOM! HE! Movey is a HE!
Me: (After an outburst of laughing.) I'm sorry ma'am.
Once I got off the phone, Jonah was pretty upset with me and demanded to know why I always get Moby's gender wrong. So I decided to tell him the truth.
Me: Jonah. I think it's time that you know the truth. Moby is a girl.
Jonah: (Without hesitation.) No mom. You're wrong. Movey doesn't have any nipples and girl cats have nipples so that they can feed their babies.
At that point I decided to just let it go. I wasn't going to try and argue with his logic.
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Was Jonah like that when he found out about Santa Claus?
Jonah still believes. He did ask just the other day if Santa buys some of the presents.
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