“Mommy, do you think that cat lives there?” Jory asked, looking at the cat seated upon a park car down the block from the girls’ school.
“No, I don’t think so,” I replied.
“Mommy, can we get a cat?”
“No. You don’t even keep up with your jacket,” I answered and reminded him of the fact that this morning he was jacketless because he forgets his jacket at Ms Adina’s though there is an assigned place for them to go and I tell him to put it in his jacket if he doesn’t want to hang it up.
“Mommy, if I listen can we get a cat when in a hundred years?”
“If you listen and obey, then yes you can get a cat when in a hundred years”
“I’ll feed it, take care of it. Can I pick it out at the pet store?” he asked.
“Yes, you can.”
Score! Everyone’s happy. Jory’s getting a cat and is happy. I’m happy that I don’t have to buy him until he’s 106. Jory is WINNING!
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