I've made the decision to never own a dog again. I hate the hair, the poop-scooping, the barking, pretty much everything. The problem with this is that my kids, mostly Alana love dogs. Like, really really love. I dream about never picking up dog poop again in my life, Alana dreams about owning a dog.
In her quest for dog ownership she politely asked when she could get a dog. I replied, in a somewhat morbid fashion I admit, You can get a dog when I die. She took this quite literally. Now she is awaiting my death so that she may one day own a dog.
Besides wanting to own a dog, she has other dreams of things she can do after my untimely death. More specifically, things of mine she would like to own.
Mommy, when you die, can I have your chapstick?
Mommy, when you die can I have your shoes?
Mommy, when you die can I have your (insert random item here)?
When I die, she will at least have my things to console her. But how could I tell this pretty face no?