Sometimes there is meat in my shoes

We had a very interesting conversation on the way to church tonight for TLC. Katherine was telling the kids about a cat she had when she was a kid that use to catch and kill bugs and then put them in her shoes. Katherine, not knowing that there were bugs in her shoes, would put them on, crunch the bugs, and become quite irritated at her cat. Pretty interesting, huh?

It gets better.

Sophie chimed in with this conversational gem: "Sometimes there is meat in my shoes."

Me: "How did the meat get in your shoes, Sophie?"

Sophie: "Sadie put it there." (Sadie was our dog. We gave her away about a month ago.)

Katherine: "Where did the meat come from?"

Sophie: "It was in a bowl. Sadie got it from her bowl."

Me: "So, Sadie got the meat from her bowl and put it in your shoes?"

Sophie: "Yeah"

Me: "What happened next?"

Sophie: "I put my shoes on and crunched the meat."

Katherine: "Oh wow, then what?"

Sophie: "I got mad at it."

Jace: "You got mad at the meat?"

Sophie: "Yeah, Sadie put the meat in my shoe and I stepped on it and I got mad at it."

Jace: "Then what? Did you take the meat out?"

Sophie: "A cat took the meat out of my shoes."

Katherine: "A cat? Which cat?"

Sophie: "Domino took the meat out of my shoes."

Katherine: "What did Domino do with the meat when she took it out of your shoes?"

Sophie: "She put it back in Sadie's bowl and then I was really, really happy."

Me: "So, to recap: Sadie had some meat in her bowl. Then she put the meat in your shoes and you got mad at it. Domino took the meat out of your shoes and put it back in Sadie's bowl and then you were really, really happy?"

Sophie: "Yeah."