A typical night in the Dwyer household. Clay and I snuggle into bed for a nice winter nap, when the cat jumps up on the bed.
Shyla: We don't like the cat.
Clay: We don't like the cat, we LOVE the cat.
Shyla: He bites.
Clay: He doesn't bite me. He loves me.
Shyla: He bits me. Would you love someone who hit me?
Clay: Depends, does he love me?
Shyla: (sigh) You're in trouble Mister.
Clay leans over kisses Shyla good night and drifts off to dream.
1 comment:
LOL!!!! Seriously...I'm laughing out loud! Thanks for sharing the story of your stinkin' cat! :) Love you guys!
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