Mr. Pants wanted to take Alex for a "walk" yesterday, to which Mr. Right said "yes" and then barely contained his laughter when he saw Mr. Pants, carefully holding the dog's leash, drag a little cart out of the garage and sit down in it, still holding the leash tightly and expectantly waiting to be pulled somewhere.
After going nowhere for a while, Mr. Pants came in for materials to implement some optimistic engineering improvements. "Sweetheart," I broke it to him gently, "Alex is just not going to be able to pull you in that cart. He's a little dog, honey. He's not strong enough."
"What could he pull me in?" he asked immediately.
This is how parents get themselves in trouble. Because if there's no good answer to a question, but there are lots of funny answers to the question, sometimes a funny answer comes out of your mouth before you've really thought it through.
Which is why right at that moment I heard myself saying, "I think we'd have to get you a hovercraft."
His whole face lit up.
Who am I kidding? His whole body lit up.
"A HOVERCRAFT?! I want a hovercraft! Can we go get a hovercraft, Mommy?"
I did finally manage to convince him that we couldn't get him a hovercraft, but not before he was already forming sentences beginning with, "When I get my hovercraft…"