it's all relative

the very bad girl:



here's a snippet of conversation from tonight at the dinner table. the dog is pacing, panting, feverish due to the smell of meat. she's like a vampire, waiting for her moment.

me: "don't anyone give her one single bite. i'm still mad at her."

young son: "mom, don't be mean to her. she just wants one bite."

me: "no. she peed all over the carpet last night."

young son: "it's okay, mom. be nice to her."

me: "it was your room. she peed in your room."

young son: "WHAT?! ROSIE! you are a BAD DOG!"

older son is laughing hysterically. and then starts to realize something.....

older son: "oh, great. that means he's gonna try to sleep in MY room tonight, since she peed in his room."

me: "it's all cleaned up now. besides, she has peed in your room before, too."

older son: "WHAT? DISGUSTING! ROSIE!"

now we are all laughing. yes. it is so very funny until it happens to you.