M. spent the afternoon at my friend Jen’s yesterday (see left, I still can’t add a link.). She spent about 2 hours playing fetch with little dog George. She had the best time, ever. So, in the van on the way home she says, “Um, Mama, can we get a dog, like, tomorrow, or this weekend, or something?” I say, “um, no sweetie.” Are you freaking kidding me? Like I don’t have enough human stuff to clean up now. Not that I’m totally aversive to dogs. We had one almost my whole time growing up. My parents have one. Dh had one. We will get a dog, someday. When my little guy is older, when my kids all use the toilet. But not today, not tomorow, and certainly not this weekend. The plan has always been, when she’s 12, we will get a puppy. So, I reminded her, gently, that we’re not ready just yet. So then she said, “well, then can George come over to our house to play?”
No offense, Jen, but, um, not today.