"Syd?" her dad sighed, rubbing his temples. "Why is the dog a constellation?"
Her mom kissed her forehead, hiding a smile. "No, Syd. But tomorrow, Barnaby is going to the groomer, and you’re the one helping peel off the Milky Way."
Syd didn't look up from her coloring book. "He was lonely for space, Dad. I brought it to him."
Should we add a to the mix to be Syd's partner-in-crime, or should her next prank involve a specific holiday ?
"It’s an avant-garde flavor profile," Syd explained calmly, twirling a sugary noodle around her fork while her parents stared at their plates in confusion.
Syd nodded solemnly, already wondering if the vacuum cleaner could be converted into a confetti cannon.
As she was tucked into bed that night, Syd looked up at her mom with wide, innocent eyes. "Am I in trouble?" she asked.