“You ready for me to bring in the do…… oh, man!”
“She’s not a dog, hun…”
We both laughed heartily at this small exchange. He pointed out how didn’t even finish saying it, but that we both knew he was in the middle of saying “dog”, as though our daughter were, in fact, our dog.
To be fair, she has a lot in common with a dog. She also squeaks like a dog’s squeaker toy whenever she has the hiccups each day. She often seems more like a toy or a doll than a person – we just aren’t accustomed to people who don’t speak in words and who sleep most of the day and wake us up all night long because they’re hungry. 😛
Post-a-day 2025