Noah has been wanting a pet dog, which isn't going to happen. He's quite certain that every other kid in the whole universe has a dog, and I'm the only mean mom who won't allow one. (It does seem that way, even to me, but I stand firm.)
I keep a running shopping list on the refrigerator. Apparently, I'm not the only one who can reach it. I stuffed it into my pocket on the way to Wal-Mart. When I got there, I pulled it out and right under eggs and bread, there was "DOG" in Noah's distinctive printing.
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