The conversation at the end of breakfast this morning:
Julia: “Daddy, when can we get a dog?”
Me: “A dog? When can we get a dog?”
Julia: “Yeah, a dog. I really want a dog.”
Genevieve: “Me doo!” (“Me, too!”)
Me: “You want a dog, too?”
Genevieve: “Yeah! Bwack Amama dog!” (“Yeah! Barack Obama’s dog!”)
Call the Secret Service.
At least now you have an out.
An “out” like an alibi, for when the guys with the miked-up cuffs come calling? “Honestly, sir, it was just my two year old being silly! I’d never actually steal the First Pup!”
So, when are you getting a dog? 🙂