I'm allergic

Yesterday as we were out running errands, Claire was talking about how she loved dogs and cats. "Mommy, I really want a dog and a cat," she said. "Well, Claire," I said, "we don't have them because Mommy is allergic to cats and also some dogs." Claire replied, "What's allergic?" I told her, "They make me sneeze and breathe heavily and sometimes make my eyes puffy and red." So that was that, and I changed the subject. "We're going to Zaxby's to pick up some food. Do you want chicken or a grilled cheese?" I asked. Claire's reply: "I don't want Zaxby's, Mommy. I'm allergic."