Avi, my favorite son called me a few days ago to tell me about the new roller coaster opening up this week at the theme park. He said a few of his friends were going and he had called my other favorite son and invited him too and they want me to go too. Yes, I am special, so damned special. Being invited is almost as good as being there, but not quite, because I love roller coasters. Front car, no hands, every time.(I also love those boys and all of their friends)
I have to work- I said.
You own your business mom.
Oh yeah, but I have Kramer to take care of.
Tell Tate we are taking you for Mother's day and ask him to please take him that day.
Last night- Hey Tate, I need you to take care of Kramer for me on Monday.
Is that right, why?
The boys are taking me somewhere that day.
I am pretty sure there are few places they could take you where that well behaved puppy isn't welcome.
Yeah but, he's not tall enough to get on the roller coaster.
Oh I see. As long as it's something that important, leave him inside and I guess I can get home early.
He's so understanding.