As much as it makes my skin crawls, it is hard for me to tell Ziva that she can't love on Sera. When Sera isn't in the mood for a toddler then I have give Sera space. Times like this are so sweet. Ziva loves to get up in the morning, let Sera out to "go potty," and then hang out with her for a while. I bite my tongue so I won't lash out about how dirty and gross it is. Soon one day she'll care too much about her appearance to spend time with someone who would love her unconditionally.