Me: "Isaiah, maybe someday you'll have a puppy."
(Only if aliens come and drastically reconfigure Anna's DNA, but I didn't tell him that, since I don't want to shatter his little castle of dreams.)
"What will you name it?"
Isaiah: "Uh, Katie!"
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In a little boy's mind, I'm almost positive that is the highest form of flattery.
Goodness, I love that kid.
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