Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Promises, Promises

It's almost my kids' birthday. Their seventh. This morning, Helen pointed out that it's just one more year until she turns eight. "Oh," I said, "Does something special happen when you turn eight?"

"Yes," she said, "I get a puppy."

Right. Because when my kids were four, which was yesterday, I told them they could get a puppy when they were eight. Which is tomorrow. Essentially.


marjorie said...

OMG. Now what??

I hate that they have memories like elephants.

Robin Aronson said...

There was a moment - maybe a year - when the magic age was 9. I'm hoping for a return to 9. I have a year to nurture the idea of 9......then, I may be sunk.

Anonymous said...

Want me to find you some dog breeders in your area? A promise is a promise and especially an extremely important one if it stayed in the child's mind for so long. Good Luck!

Bonnie said...

Oops, name was left off, sorry.

Robin Aronson said...

Thanks, Bonnie. We probably will get a dog, at some point, because I have secretly felt like Helen for many years, but a friend who's a vet has a houseful of rescue dogs; we are likely to go that route.