Sam, Ella and I are in the hallway upstairs waiting for the rug guys to finish putting down our newly cleaned rug in the den. Sam, perhaps bored with the waiting, leans over and pulls Ella’s nub of a tail. I tell her to stop that, so she leans over, I think to bite her. I ask her what is she doing, and she says in an unusually clear and loud voice, “Mommy, I’m sniffing Ella’s butt!” I have to explain in a firm voice that girls do not sniff dogs’ butts, only dogs do that to each other. This is definitely a conversation I would rather have had in private, but these kinds of discussions only work if they are immediate. I am quite sure the men had a great laugh as soon as they got to the van.