Yesterday was our millionth snow day, approximately, and Michael was also sick. After being cooped up in this house ALL weekend, we were starting to get a little punchy.
This was our lunch conversation:
Michael: “Can I have a puppy?”
Me: “Michael, you might be able to convince me to get a puppy but Daddy really doesn’t want a puppy.”
Michael: “A pig?”
Me: “I actually really want a pig but you can’t have one. We are not zoned for a farm.”
Michael: “A Horse? A Cow?”
Me: “Same issue Michael. ” Me to Doug: I REALLY SHOULD OPEN AN ORGANIC FARM. AN ORGANIC NO KILL FARM.
Doug rolls his eyes.
Michael: “CHICKENS. I HAVE A FRIEND WHO HAS CHICKENS. WE CAN HAVE CHICKENS.”
Me: “Actually, that’s a really good idea, we should have chickens, but I think Foster would eat them.”
Doug: “Jodi, you don’t let the chicken roam, you build a pen. That’s what you could do with the shed in the back. The one you call ‘the murder shed.’
Me: “THIS IS A GREAT IDEA. WE ARE TOTALLY HAVING CHICKENS. THEY GIVE YOU EGGS AND EVERYTHING.”
Doug: “You don’t just get chickens and they give you eggs. Chickens are a lot of work.
Michael: “CHICKENS. CHICKENS. CHICKENS.”
Me: “Doug, chickens are like the new hipster thing to do. We have to do this.”
Doug: “Jodi, you hate even the WORD hipster.”
Michael: “Can we seriously get chickens?”
Doug: “If you guys get chickens I am not doing one thing to help with the chickens. I give this project 10 minutes.”
Me: “You’re going to let the chickens die?”
Michael: “CHICKENS! CHICKENS! CHICKENS!”
Doug: “This is really all about convincing me to get a puppy right?
This went so much better than our last puppy conversation.