Nolan had an important question for his Dad tonight.
Already, his siblings had been in there, rallying for another cat.
Nolan's request was more along the love line, and I'm not allowed to talk about it here. Fair enough.
I asked him, "Have you talked to your Dad yet?" Nolan was across the hall, in his room. I sitting on the floor in our room while Mr W hogg--I mean sat on the bed.
"No." "Why not?"
"I'm waiting." "For what?"
"It's three easy steps, Mom," he explained. "1. Extra work (hubby had a long day) 2. Lots of food (we just had dinner) 3. Wait a few minutes. He'll be tired from all that and he won't want to fight."
I busted out laughing. I looked over my shoulder to see Mr W laughing too.
I have no idea where he learned that.