I have realized that if there were to be an underlying theme of this blog (besides chronicling my mental illness), it would be twofold: 1)funny things Blake says and 2) how evil I am because I won't let my kids get a dog. Today, these two motifs conveniently merged.
Blake: Mom, when I grow up I want to be a dog-napper.
Me: You want to steal dogs for a living? I think you mean a "dog walker."
Blake: Whatever I have to do to get a dog...hey, when I'm bigger and I move out, can I get as many dogs as I want?
Me: Yep.
Blake: Even 75?
Me: Go for it. Though, I probably won't come visit you.
(But I'll watch when Dateline does a special on you.)
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