This afternoon when Alex was here, her dog Cyprus was running around the yard and driveway with the boys. Kyle came peddling out of the garage on his tricycle and said, "There's Cyprus, my doggie!" I said, "Kyle, Cyprus is not your doggie, Cyprus is Alex's doggie!" Then Kyle, loudly but quite plainly and emotionlessly, announced to us all: "I got no dog!!!" And rode off down the driveway.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
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