Conversations in Crazytown

Me:  Maisy I am cutting your nails tonight otherwise people are going to think you are a weirdo.

Her:  Mommy!  I prefer the word whack-job.

Ten minutes later...

Me:  When I said you were a weirdo what did you say?  I want to post it and I forget.

Her:  I didn't say anything.

Me: Yes you did!  Wait....Oh!  Whack-job!

Her:  Oh, right.  I thought I just thought it.

Me: No, you said it.

Her: Oh.

Love,
Kristen

A dog says what now?

I love our dogs to bits but Tikkanen, the puppy, has a bark that makes my ears ring.  And barking is his way of communicating, whereas Zimmer will stare at me and then tap me with his paw and walk over to whatever it is he wants.  His bowl or the door, etc.  It's all very civilized.  The other day my husband and I made a list of reasons that Tikkanen barks.  Here it is.

Air

Sounds

People

No people

The tops of stairs

The bottom of stairs

Beds

Doors

Sofas

Trees

Apathy

Paper

When no children are crying

When you take him where he barks to go to

Sleeping

Being awake

When you walk

When you are happy

Ghosts (fair enough)

Love,

Kristen