Megan: DEL C’MERE
Me: What what what
Megan: Shhhh (points)
Me: TINY BABY TURKEYS
Cal: LEMME OUT LEMME OUT LEMME OUT
Megan: Come on, we can get out through the front door.
Cal: NUUUUUUH LEMME OOOOOUT
Both of us: (escape Cal, go outside to watch baby birbs)
Me: LISTEN TO THEM THEY SOUND LIKE VIDEO GAMES.
Megan: LOOK HOW CUTE THEY ARE.
Me: MEGAN I WANNA HUG THE BABY TURKEYS AND THE TURKEY MAMA.
Both of us: (go back inside)
Cal: I AM BETRAAAAAAYED
Me: Aw, poor thing. How about some noms? Cal turkey noms!
Both of us: ……
Me: (feeds Cal turkey) this is effed up.
Megan: It’s like Narnia.
One, I did not say “No.” I said “If you can catch them” and you adopted a quitter attitude.
Two, you’re leaving out the part where Cal’s lost his voice so all that’s coming out is the most pitiful little enraged squeak you can imagine.
They’re GREAT dogs. He was only half and he was still one of those big furry mountains who thought he could fit in your lap like a chihuahua. We called him Andre the Giant.