cheerioPosted: September 13, 2012
“Dad”, from the six year old blond bundle of curls. “Mom said you would give us our snack before we go to bed”. Beside her, in green footed jammies her four old sister nodded solemnly.
“OK — I can do that, would you like a surprise?”
Blue eyes check with brown eyes, showing big smiles, one sans two front teeth.
“Look, I have dry puppy food for you. Can you sit like good little puppies? Good puppies, remember puppies don’t use their hands.”
Munching contentedly, a puppy in green jammies and one in a pink nightgown push their bowls of dry cheerios across the kitchen floor with little puppy noses.