It’s amazing how fast The Little One is learning new things. Like the other day when I tried teaching her to fetch my slippers. She was figuring it out, and would have gladly retrieved them for me, but her momma cut that lesson short.
I tried again today and, wouldn’t you know it, she grabbed my slippers and waddled them over to me. I’m wearing them right now and my feet are toasty warm, all thanks to my kind and brilliant 18-month-old daughter.
Now before you start with the disapproving comments, I do feel a little bad about making her fetch things I’m perfectly capable of fetching myself. In my defense, I’d gladly teach our Boxer to do it, but he’s a little gray in the muzzle and you know what they say about old dogs and new tricks. So until I can teach our cat to do it, The Little One will have to fill that role.
I promise you, though, I’ll never be one of those parents who asks his four-year-old to fetch beers from the fridge. That’s what momma’s are for, right guys? Guys? Oh man, am I in trouble now.