Today at the grocery store Avery asked if we could buy dog food for the dog that we'll get in ten years. I said no because it will probably go bad by then.
I'm glad she's resigned herself to my way of thinking. Hopefully in ten years I'll have enough patience to get a dog because heaven knows that these days any patience I may possess is stretched pretty thin. We've already tried getting a dog twice and neither one took.
In the meantime, Avery and (mostly) Jason wait patiently...
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Poor Jason :)
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