Cupcake

I posted some time back that I didn't think the death of the class guinea pig, Cupcake, had had much impact on Daisy. I didn't think it had, but yesterday when she woke up from her nap, she was saying, "Cupcake! Cupcake!" I went into the room and she told me, half-awake, that she thought Cupcake must have gone to heaven because there is some little kid there who wanted a pet. She repeated it and then said, "Do you think that's right, Mama?" It was like she needed reassurance, and it's been months since we discussed Cupcake. I guess these things sort of hibernate and then come back up as their concepts get more sophisticated.