Ben: "Mom, there are three reasons Bailey's lucky to be a dog, and three reasons he's unlucky."
Me: "Oh yeah? Why is he lucky?"
Ben: "One, he doesn't have to go to school. Two, he doesn't have to do homework. And three, he gets to stay home with his mom all day."
Me: "Hm, yes, I guess that is pretty nice. But why is he unlucky?"
Ben: "Well, he can't talk so if he's hungry or has to pee, all he can do is whine. Also, he only gets to see his friends if you take him to a playdate. And three, he doesn't have opposable thumbs."
Me: "All true, Ben. So which would you rather be? A dog or a kid?"
He's still thinking about it.
1 comment:
I would have said kid because I believed that, when I grew up, I could do anything I wanted to.
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