You may or may not know that I own a pet sitting business. We have a very sweet dog that comes to our house for "day care," though sometimes at night. Her mom has a pretty hectic schedule, so it's kind-of always a last minute thing. If she's here for the late-night shift, I often enjoy walking her. I put the littles down and leave the teen thing to grab them out if there's a fire while I stroll around the neighborhood. Since hubby was home, I recruited him to go with me tonight.
He made the mistake of telling the nearly-slumbering children that we'd be departing. Po was super tired from his Spring Break swim-a-thon this morning, so he was perfectly happy to bid us farewell. Cam, on the other hand, needed some convincing that her big bro could handle the task.
Po was more than willing to help. "Cam, Mommy is a pet sitter, and she does this for her job, and if she doesn't walk the dog, she won't get paid. Do you like toys?"
"Yeah," Cam affirmed.
"Well, if you don't let Mommy go for the walk, and she'll kiss us when she gets back, she won't get paid, and then she won't be able to buy us toys," Po explained.
Seemed pretty logical to me, and Cam seemed satisfied.
Fast forward thirty minutes, and as I enter their room, I noticed Cam was actually still awake. I kissed her and whispered "go to sleep, baby girl, we're back from our walk."
She whispered back, "did you get paid?"
I said, "well, it doesn't really work like that, but...yes."
"Good. Did you buy some toys?" she inquired.
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