Puppy Chow
On our way out of Walgreens last night, we passed the neighborhood StreetWise vendor, who carries around an adorable mini Yorkie for added heartstring-pulling power. My kids couldn't resist stopping to pet the tiny pup. "Oh my god," Dylan gushed. "Your dog is so cute! I could just eat it. If it didn't have fur and tasted like pizza."
Mmmmm, puppy.
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Bad Idea
"So Dylan," I said. "What are you going to be for Halloween?"
He grinned. "I've got a SWEET costume, Mom. I'm going as a pimp! I've got a pimp stick and everything!"
He saw the look on my face and hastily added, "But I'm not going to use it, of course."
Dear Ex-Husband,
We need to talk.
Sincerely,
TR
Mmmmm, puppy.
Bad Idea
"So Dylan," I said. "What are you going to be for Halloween?"
He grinned. "I've got a SWEET costume, Mom. I'm going as a pimp! I've got a pimp stick and everything!"
He saw the look on my face and hastily added, "But I'm not going to use it, of course."
Dear Ex-Husband,
We need to talk.
Sincerely,
TR