"If you bring one of those things home I wont touch it."
My 16 year old son said he would have nothing to do with a sphynx. He couldn't understand why I wanted one.
His heart was set on a ferret. Mine, eh, not so much.
Atticus was home not more than an hour and I could tell he had a change of heart.
After a bath, nail clipping and something to eat he quickly settled down into what I have now realized is going to be his favorite "human blanket".
I woke up in the middle of the night to make the rounds and check on all the children and found him in my son's bed.
Funny how things work out sometimes.
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