empathy, toddler style

I came downstairs with a load of laundry to discover Elizabeth sitting on the futon, crying her eyes out in great wrenching sobs. I dropped the sheets and went to find out what was wrong.

"The mommy puppy is sad, Mommy! Her puppies went away!"

She was inconsolable until Babe went over to Fly and asked her if he could call her mom. Then she was all smiles again.

She's her mother's daughter, this one.