The boys are always asking for a puppy and there is only one thing that convinces them it is a bad idea - the thought of cleaning it's poop. So it's tactic poop scare to the rescue and I tell them that you have to change a baby's poopy diapers around a gazillion times a day. Not only that, they wake up 2 gazillion times at night to drink milk. Of course Mr. Smarty Pants KNOWS. He just knows. But Mama, you will change the diapers and feed the baby, right? I would have cried prejudice pig in my
Right when I hear the Chariots of Fire song playing in my head as I am about to raise my arms up in victory and my uterus is no longer shaking in fear, I get totally blindsided by the other earthling. Mama, didn't you like us when we were babies? Who knew Gael was sitting there planning his attack? He is supposed to be the sweet and sensitive one. My mini me in so many ways. My partner in crime.
I smell Paco and his daddy's little girl dream all over this.