The tail thing continues

So it seemed that after my stepmom, Mary gave Anna a long, narrow mink pelt with a clip on one end to use as a "tail," the whole tail thing would be resolved.  Not so.  Anna was petrified of the furry clip on critter. 
She kind of lost interest in it for a little while, until, last week, while she was sitting on the potty, a.k.a.: the duck toilet; named as such for obvious reasons.  We were looking at a book where she saw a baby and two parents.  She pointed out the Mommy and the Daddy in the picure:

Me: "That's right.  Other kids have Mommies and Daddies too."

Anna: (with a huge excited smile) "And other kids...HAVE TAILS!"

The all-caps emphasis is for enthusiasm, not anger.  She was back on her mission to procure a tail for herself.  
She later proposed that a short string with a cloth leaf and two cloth butterflies on it (part of an old baby toy, but was integrated in a way so it wasn't a strangulation hazard) could be her tail.  I believe she even used the word "pretend."  So, I tucked it into the back of her pants, and until I can come up with something better, that will be her de facto pretend tail. 
She spent the rest of the day talking about it
"I have a tail" and "My tail" and "Anna have a tail"
I would compliment her on her lovely tail and she would say something like "butterflies on it."  It was a good week.