Dd has 2 pet rats. One is her favourite, and the other is just there for company really. (If that sounds a bit mean, it came about because one rat is naturally really calm and friendly, and the other is jumpy, skittery and will never ever sit still for a stroke or a cuddle - as far as I can see both rats are quite happy with the situation!)
So, a week ago, second favourite rat died.
Dd didn't notice. I suppose that every time she went to get favourite rat out to play she assumed that skittery rat was hiding. It's a big cage with lots of places to snooze in peace.
Dh and I were completely crap not to sit her down and explain that her rat had died. We kept waiting for her to notice and I had planned to 'discover' the missing rat with her and talk to her about it then.
Then today in the car she piped up from the back "Oh, by the way Mum, I think Tinkerbell has died. She's not in her cage anywhere".
I said "Oh dear, that's very sad"
Dh asked dd if she was okay.
She wasn't being flippant or anything, she just looked me in the eye and said "it's okay Mummy, I'm fine".
And that was that.
She really does seem absolutely fine about it. Is that a bit odd?
She is 4.