Yesterday, I was folding endless loads of laundry, really endless. Ryan brought his puppy over and laid him down on the couch (in my way). "Mommy, shhsh. You quiet Mommy. My puppy sheeping." Then he proceeded to get his blanket and cover all but the puppy's head and then making mewing noises at him, stroked his head to sleep.
The twix would really love a real puppy -- me thinks they'd love it too much.
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