Emerson: Mama, may I be on the bed with you?
Wordsworth: Great idea! I’ll come up there with you too! Hey! This bed is kind of lumpy!
This weekend we got adopted by a dog.
When we met him at the shelter, he kept going back to Ian. He liked everybody, but Ian was clearly his favorite, and he got along with Emerson too, which is obviously essential.
Emerson: What are you doing, Mama?
Me: Drawing cartoons.
Emerson: You really like drawing don’t you?
Me: Yes, I do. I especially like drawing animals. It makes me happy.
Emerson: Maybe you should draw pictures for other people too, so you can be happy drawing and they can be happy looking at cartoons of their own pets.