White Dog stood on Steve's chest. "What exactly do you mean this Friday is Saturday is different! Are you trying to drive us crazy? Geez, Dad, your schedule just keeps getting nuttier and nuttier! mom should pack us all up and..."
"Whoa," I interrupted, "don't bring me into this discussion. You all liked the lamb shanks last night, right?" The White Ones licked their lips, remembering. "Well, think about today as paying the butcher."
The WDA started the day grumbling about the early hour but no one declined breakfast. And when Steve headed out for his consulting job, all went back to bed. Steve, on the other hand went from the architecture firm to school for the ribbon cutting ceremony of the remodeled interiors which all were required to attend. He was back home by 1:30 to have lunch with us.
"Do I smell fish tacos?" YoYoMa barked. "I love you, dad!" Quinn cooed as he pressed against Steve's legs. "I knew you would bring us back something good," yipped Nuka. Puff just sat and waited. White Dog came out from behind the chair, "soft or hard?" she challenged. "Soft, of course," Steve replied. "All RIGHT!"
Steve was home for the afternoon but had to return to school for the evening's New Student Welcome Night. The WDA pouted but cheered considerably when he explained that he would be home by 7pm and that all of the today fussing meant that he had ALL of real Saturday free as well as Sunday. "Park time?" White Dog demanded. "Just as soon as the California boys (Quinn and YoYoMa) wake up." was Steve's response.
Have a great weekend. And please stop by on Sunday to help us celebrate Quinn's 2nd Gotcha Day.