Not a Daawwggg

As parents, my hubby and I are busy and sometimes start barking orders at our kids.

One Sunday morning as we were just about to walk out the door, I noticed my son was not wearing a collared shirt. Wearing a shirt with a collar is dressing in Sunday best and it is the law according to Dad. Well Dad was not home this weekend and Chase comes out with his hoody on over his clothes. I lift up the jacket to see what's underneath. "Chase you know you're suppose to wear a collared shirt to church."

Looking at me with those sweet green eyes and pulling up his Texas drawl, Chase said, "I'm not a daaawwwggg that needs a collar."

I laughed so hard I let him slide. (Bad mommy.)

Then a few days later, Dad volunteered to take Chase for his semi-annual dental cleaning. I hear my dear hubby holler out from the living room to Chase in his bedroom, "Chase, come on, it's time to go to the vet!"

"I'm not a daawwgg!"

Engrafted by His Grace--