Why?

And…action!

Riley:  Why are we doing this?

Me:  Why are we doing what?

Riley:  Why are we doing this?

Me:  Why are we doing what?

Riley:  Why. Are. We. Doing. This!

Me:  Geesh.  Why are we driving?

Riley:  Why are we driving?

Me:  Because we need to pick up Harry at camp.  (Camp = doggie daycare).

Riley:  Why?

Me:  Because Daddy can’t pick him up after work so we have to get him.

Riley:  Why?

Me:  Because if we don’t get him, he’ll be stuck there.

Riley:  Why?

Me:  Because Daddy has to work late.

Riley:  Why?

Me:  Because he has a lot of work to do.

Riley:  Why?

Me:  Because his job is important.

Riley:  Oh.

And…cut.

p.s. Happy birthday to my little Harry!  My Harry-Barry!  My Bo-Berry!  My first baby is seven years old today.

Harry at three weeks.  He looks like a guinea pig!

Harry at 12 weeks. The first day we met him in person.

Cuddling with a (much younger) Mama.

Happy Birthday Harry!