pets

Today as we were having a snack on the lawn outside Parker's preschool camp, a man and his dog came by. Of course Miranda and Elizabeth had to say hi. I chatted with the man for a while, never once correcting all the incorrect animal related things he was saying. After he left, Parker turned to me and said:

"When I'm 11, I'm going to have a dog. An orange dog. And when I'm 20, I'm going to have a brown cat."

Who knows...he may be right.