(In case you don’t know, that’s the title of a song written in the late 1800’s which now features in a lot of “sing-a-longs”. So there you go!)
The kids have been wanting a puppy for a while.
The kids won’t be getting a puppy.
The kids keep asking.
We say “No.”.
They ask again.
We say “No!”.
They forget about it for a while.
Then one of them remembers and then they all ask again.
We say… “No!”.
This morning it looked like they’d given up asking and decided to use their initiative.
Their initiative and their 11 month old baby brother.
Their 11 month old baby brother who underwent an intensive course of learning to pant like a puppy and follow on command.
Now Eddie and Sid are running around the living room, calling “Come on, Pup!” while Oliver is crawling behind them frantically trying to keep up, all the while panting with his little pink tongue hanging out.
He’s the cutest little pup I’ve ever seen.
And doesn’t poop on the floor.
(Unless I’ve left his nappy off.)