This morning with our ten year-old and 50 pound stinky dog in my bed with my hubs and myself.
Me to son who snuck in some time last night, “You know you have a bed. I can tell you are sleeping in my bed so much you are starting to morph into Lilly.” (Our dog)
He chuckles.
Me, “You already are starting to have her breath. Pretty soon you will stop brushing your teeth completely. You will walk around naked and quit going to school and nap on the sunshine spots on the floor all day.”
Him, “Do you promise? It sounds perfect.”
Me, chuckling, “It all sounds good until I let you out to poop in the front yard.”
Him, “That is true.”
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Or you end up in a cone.
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He has asked for a cone so he could pour Skittles and Nerds in it to “auto feed” himself.
Good thing he’s so cute, right?
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He is that but he does have room clearing foot smell that he is rather proud of.