C is for Compassion ... and Clavicle

Miss Dub has been naturally blessed with a strong sense of compassion. Not only does she voluntarily offer hugs and kisses to me, but she offers them to others, including strangers and television characters. (She also tickles the TV.)

Yesterday, I overheard this conversation between the little Miss and her toys while taking a bath:

Miss Dub: Ready? Go!

Pig: I winning.

Sheep: No winning.

Miss Dub: Good job, pig! Fast!

Sheep: (pretend crying)

Miss Dub: Good job, sheep!

Sheep: (sad voice) No winning.

Miss Dub: You winning. You trying.

Miss Dub: (kisses sheep) Ready? Go again!