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Thank God We Weren’t Arrested

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For a long time The Maker wanted to be a dog.

Or a cat — it changed from day to day. He would ask for his food and water to be served in bowls on the floor, made us put a leash on him and throw things for him to retrieve, and above all, he liked to be petted. He barked and meowed and did all the things normal, uh, pets do. Didn’t shed much.

Most of this was during the year he was three, and it was all fine and dandy-o, and even somewhat charming to us and our friends, not to mention the Maker’s older brothers who had always wanted a dog. But one day the Husband came home looking rather harried.

Apparently the Maker had insisted on being a dog and happily going thus from the car (ten rows back in the parking lot) up to the front entrance of the Wal-Mart. Took about five minutes, all told, and since I wasn’t there I don’t know how much he barked.

There may be some limits to how much parents should indulge these little role plays. Can we be retroactively horrified?

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6 responses to “Thank God We Weren’t Arrested”

July 28, 2009

Lance Bledsoe

I vaguely remember him pretending to be a dog and wanting to eat and drink from bowls on the floor, but I swear I can’t remember the Wal-Mart incident. I’m pretty sure I didn’t have him on a leash, though.

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July 28, 2009

Lisa Creech Bledsoe

Funny! I think there are plenty of things that got past me in the haze of raising our three insane boy children. Do you think this craziness ends, at some point??

I didn’t think so.

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July 28, 2009

Jeanne

My son went through the same phase, about the same time. We put an end to it when I barely grabbed teh back of his britches and pulled him back before he bit the big toe of a lady in the salon where my daughter was getting her hair trimmed. His teeth snapped shut as he was sliding backwards, the toe unscathed. Oh, if I could have captured the look of horror and confusion on that woman’s face….

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July 28, 2009

Sine Botchen

I wanted to be a cop, so for me it was cap guns, plastic handcuffs and a cowboy hat everywhere I went… Every now and then I’ll see a little one out in public dressed like superman (cape and all) and I have to chuckle. Life’s too short. I’m glad some people let their kids be kids while they can.

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July 28, 2009

lil sis

Kiara loves to be a fairy! She routinely wears her fairy skirt and wings in public and breaks out into fairy dancing randomly! She has yet to “bite” but then I don’t think that fairies are known to bite!

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December 5, 2011

Jeffry Hogberg

Just remind him of all this when he gets older. You all make me laugh and bring a big smile to my face daily.. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Bark Bark and a meow.

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