Periodically I get this urge to get a dog. Something little but fun, sweet, you know. I realized on the way to work today that there's no need. From the instant DS sat up in his crib this morning, he was a dog. No "Hello, Mommy!" Just "Woof!" That prompted DD to resume her favorite role of cat. It was impossible to get down the stairs without tripping on our two actual cats plus the two method-acting pets.
It's like living in the middle of an improv exercise. And that's, in a nutshell, why I love love love my little family.
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