Wednesday, July 27, 2016

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