Me and Aiden are playing really nice outside (notable because usually when they pair up Amanda pushes his buttons and he still responds every.single.time).
I noticed. In fact, I went out to tell you it was time to get ready for bed but noticed you were playing so nicely, I decided to let you go longer.
Yeah, we're playing dog training. Would it be alright if I used one of my hairbrushes?
You mean on Aiden?
No, on Trot.
(In that split second before "no!" came out of my mouth, I thought...you know what? She is here asking me. This is remarkable. Almost always her policy is "its easier to ask for forgiveness later than for permission now". So I said, Sure. Just put it in the sink when you're done so we can run it through the dishwasher.
As she started skipping off I said, Oh and Amanda? Great job asking me first.
She turned around, Puh! (as if I've just insinuated the craziest thing) I would NEVER do that without asking.
Several minutes later, Avery and I were sitting down to read together when she looked out the window.
Oh. My. Gosh! Amanda is using a REAL hairbrush for dog training!! One of OUR brushes! That is SO gross! I am NEVER using that brush in my hair. EVER. Eww!
Never dull around here! :)
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