Now, let me explain. I’m not a monster. I barely qualify as a heathen, depending on whether or not I’m ahead or behind on the laundry. I’m not into animal torture of any kind. I do not make a habit of cutting up small animals of any kind unless they happen to be the alaskan state bird, the mosquito. And in that case, they started it!
Yet, my sons eyes were so wide with fear, his voice indignant and panicked. His little body was straight up and erect with concern. How could his usually pretty normal mommy suddenly take up such a horrid hobby. What had happened? In what universe does puppy cutting make sense? He grabbed my sleeve. And demanded that I cease any puppy cutting activities immediately! We’d seek puppy cutting counseling, we’d live through this, he and I, day by day – even if it we had to do the twelve step program twice.
I almost dropped the watermelon.
That’ll be the last time I phrase it as “lets cut this puppy up”!