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.
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| Harry at three weeks. He looks like a guinea pig! |
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| Harry at 12 weeks. The first day we met him in person. |
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| Cuddling with a (much younger) Mama. |
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| Happy Birthday Harry! |
