I said, She said

(Alternative title: Because you're tired of the New Age mumbo)

It became clear to me, a while back, that AirBear is lacking on some crucial four-year old information. In particular: names of baby animals. So I dedicated the half hour that she and I shared yesterday while T-Bird was at ballet, to rectify the matter.

This was our conversation:

Take 1:

Me: Airy, what do you call a baby cat?
A: A cub.
Me: No.
A: I don't know.
Me: Starts with a 'k'.
A: A cub.
Me: Rhymes with 'mitten'
A: I don't know.

Take 2:

Me: Airy, what do you call a baby bird.
A: An egg.

Take 3:

Me: Airy, what do you call a baby cow?
A: A cub.
Me: No.
A: Yes.
Me: No.
A: But Aunty B said so.
Me: No. Aunty B would not say so.
A: Then it was Oprah.

Take 4:

Me: Airy, What do you call a baby frog?
A: I don't know.
Me: Starts with a 't'...
A: hmmmm...
Me: 'taaaa'....
A: A tampon!

Sigh.