Grant, Just Grant

Grant came and got in bed with me this morning. While we were cuddling, I asked him if he could promise me something. He asked me what promise meant. I told him it meant that if you say you are going to do something, you HAVE to do it. So I asked him, "Can you promise me that you will always be a good boy?" He responded, "I can promise you something else." "What?", I asked. "I can promise that you are beautiful." At least he is honest.

Our conversation turned to fruit roll-ups. He told me that he loved eating them. I said, " I know. You are kind of a pig with them. You eat one, then another, then another, then another." He responded, "That's how it goes."