Blake and I were headed to soccer the other day, and having a conversation about getting a dog. It went something like this.
Blake: “Mom, when are we getting a dog?” (an oft asked question)
Me: “Blake, when you have your own house, you can have as many pets as you want. But right now we are not getting a dog.”
Blake: (pouting) “When I’m a Dad, I am going to let my kids make the choices. If they want a dog, they can get a dog.”
Me: “That’s awesome! You are going to be a great Dad. How many kids do you want to have?”
Blake: (tapping the side of his face) “Hmmm….I think…..about 8!”
Me: “How cool! I’m going to get to be a grandma to 8 cute little Blake babies? I will be so excited.”
Blake: “Yeah. Will you tend them sometimes? I think me and my wife will need a break.”
He also later told me that they would get a house car (RV) to go on vacations together. And I was invited to come.