All significant truths are private truths. As they become public, they cease to be truth; they become facts, or at best, part of the public character; or at worst catchwords.
Our cat hasn't noticed the Christmas tree in our house; his perpetual monologue is "feed me"!
One day Bessie will work out there's no Father Christmas. Enjoy her child-like innocence while you can.
Surely not, Fr Orsen Carte?(Two people have suggested to me recently that she is my child substitute now that the boys are graceless teenagers! :)
It is advisable to have one's daughter spayed. It stops the shame of a teenage unmarried mother.