So I was putting my son, N, to bed tonight, when I heard sobbing out side by door and what I thought was the word "pee"...so I quickly plopped N into bed and ran to check what was wrong. In the hall was my daughter, M, clutching the deflated remnants of a white balloon dog (the kind you get from clowns at special events) in her hands, sobbing "puppy." When I asked her what the problem was, she looked up at me with tears in her eyes and said, my doggie is all gone...I really liked my doggie..."
Man, we're in trouble if we ever get a real pet!!!
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