So .... I was pouring the bottle of beer with the honey into the flour mixture to make bread when the phone rang. Annoyed , I had to stop what I was doing and grab the phone, but I saw my son's name on caller ID and I was no longer annoyed.
It was not my son's voice on the other end of the line, but that of his youngest daughter, Zara. Zara likes to be the spokesperson for her sisters. After lots of giggles and proclamations of her love for me, she got down to business. Seems that the girls want a dog. A puppy, to be exact. She tells me that Dad said yes, but Mom said no and they want me to intervene.
I sigh deeply and wonder how I can be diplomatic, given my belief that all children need a dog. I am also a big believer of not interfering with my grown children's decisions in child rearing. I was questioning Zara about the idea of the puppy when my cell phone rang. It was Jada face timing me. Jada was the one who instigated the call. Her Dad told her she would have to be responsible and would have to PROVE that BEFORE getting a dog......
During my interrogation of middle child, Jada, I found out that this agreement was to include cleaning out the cat litter boxes. And she promised that she had done so and had done a very good job. I explained to her that picking up dog poop is part of the deal and that puppies pee a lot. She swore to me that she was up to the task. After all, she had done such a good job with the cat litter, right?
In further questioning, I find out that the deal was just started TODAY. But, "Gramma Kathy, why don't you just get the puppy for us?" No way would I do that! I like my my relationship with my daughter-in-law too much!!! I did promise to talk to her, though.