Dorky Dad had a humorous post about buying life insurance. He explained they decide at what point you have purchased so much life insurance your spouse considers hiring a hit man. It brought some recent and not so recent conversations to mind.
As background information you need to know we do not have cats or dogs because I am allergic to them. As the person who would undoubtedly wind up with the job of caring for them, I have decided I prefer an unimpeded flow of oxygen over the delight of walking behind a dog so I may then carry its feces in a shopping bag, or over the enticing bouquet of on overripe cat litter box. I am so selfish.
Isaac to Mr. Lime: Ya know, Dad. When I grow up I'm going to get a dog before I get a wife so I don't have the same trouble you have with Mom. (That son of mine, always thinking ahead)
Calypso ca. age 4 to me: Mommy, if you died then I could have a cat or a dog.
Me: Well, yes, in theory that is true. But would you rather have a cat or dog or a mommy? (How incredibly foolish of me to ask this question, although without it, what would I be posting about today?)
Calypso: (pregnant pause) Hhhmm, a cat or a dog, because if you were dead you'd be with Jesus and that's a good thing. (Clearly I did too good a job teaching about the glory of heaven)
Me: *blink blink (This conversation came a few days after she announced she wanted our house to burn down so we could move in with Grammy)
So there you have it, folks. The offer of a puppy and I'm a goner!