Me: Beaumont. You're not a blanket. Beau: I'm not a doormat either. Me: What has that got to do with anything? Beau: Well. You seem to be intent on defining what I'm not, so I'm just helping out. Me: You're cheeky. Beau: No. Actually. I'm a dog. Man's best friend in fact. Me: How is lying on top of your dad making... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. What are you doing? Beau: Helping my dad type a text. Me: You can't type. Beau: Says who? Me: Well.... keyboards are designed for fingers not paws. Beau: Details. Schmetails. I can still help. Me: You mean interfere. Beau: You say interfere. I say helping. Me: I say 'get off the couch'. Beau: ... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont.... Beau: Sorry. I can't hear you. Me: Yes you can. Beau: What do you want? Me: Stop staring at your dad's toast. Beau: Well he's eating it right in front of me. Me: And you're not supposed to be on the bed. Beau: Oh my. You do like to quibble over the small details don't you. What about the big picture?... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: So. The little guy's replaced me again. Me: Beau. He hasn't replaced you. We're just away visiting for his birthday. Beaumont: And you didn't think to take me? Me: Now that you mention it. No we didn't. Beaumont: I rest my case. The little guy's replaced me again. Me: (Sigh.) There's no changing your mind is there? Beaumont: You... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. We have to go. Beau: I'm not ready. Me: It's freezing out here. It's time to go. Beau: How can you be cold? You're dressed up like you're ready for the North Pole. Me: It feels like the North Pole out here. Beau: Well. If you're dressed for it why do we have to go? Me: Because 'baby, it's... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. We have to go for a walk. Beau: Have you seen the weather out there? Me: Doesn't matter. We still have to go. Beau: I'm comfy. Me: And I'm ready to go for a walk. Beau: Have a nice time. Me. With you. Beau: Do I look like I'm ready to go outside?... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont, you know I can see you there. Beaumont: If you hadn't put in a glass stairwell you wouldn't. Me: Quit stalling. I have to brush you. Beau: Why? Me: Because you'll get matted if I don't. Beau: Then take me to my hairdressers. Cindy is much more gentle than you. Me: You were just there three weeks ago. Beau: So?... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Whaaaat? Me: Beau, you know you're not supposed to beg for food. Beau: I wasn't begging. Auntie Annie offered. Me: And you know better than to accept. Beau: Says who? Me: (sigh) Me? Beau: Right. Anyone else? Me: Beau. Be polite. Beau: I am being polite. She's a guest. I'm just being polite in accepting what she offers. You want me... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Seriously? How long do I have to lay here? Me: Beau. Tamara's just giving you a hug. Be nice. Beau: I'd rather she gave me a treat. Me: She just did. Beau: Yeah. But she didn't say it came with a hug. Me: I thought you liked hugs? Beau: I do. But I like to protect my image more. Me: And...... Continue Reading →
