Cruising the parking lot with a Ride full of bambini awaiting my beloved on a quick jaunt into the hardware store, we scoped out the outbuildings and dog kennels along one side of the asphalt spread.
"When [my brother and I] have our own house, we'll have one of those for our dog," the younger lad declared.
"Will it be a big dog or a little dog?" I asked him.
"A big dog -- but we'll still be your sons," he assured me.
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When his fanciful request for Chocolate-Covered Sugar Bombs (that's the blanket term my mom used for any of the myriad nutritionally-bereft offerings in the cereal aisle) was denied, the same lad brightened and said, "when I'm grown, I'll get those."
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