Dad’s Not Allergic to Awesome.

The girls and I went to the mall on Friday, to hunt down the ever-elusive perfectly fitting skinny jeans (which, by the way, we found. VICTORY!)


On the way home, the conversation turned to pets.

SweetZ: Why don’t we have a cat?

Me: We already have six animals, honey. We don’t need another one.

SweetZ: But none of them areΒ my animal.

Me: I can share Abby and Ginger with you.

SweetZ: But they’re not cats.

Me: Well, that’s true.

SweetZ: I want a cat. An orange one. I will name her Peaches and she will be awesome and fluffy.

Me: But Daddy is allergic to cats.

SweetZ: What’s allergic?

Me: Allergic is when something makes your skin all itchy and you sneeze a lot.

SweetZ: Oh. That won’t be a problem [she pronounces this PLOB-blem] because Dad’s not allergic to awesome.

allergictoawesomeHey, Hubster – how’re you gonna argue with that?



17 thoughts on “Dad’s Not Allergic to Awesome.

  1. Kristy K. James says:

    LOL…gotta love kids. Tell T to just stock up on Benadryl. πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

    And I love it…plob-blem. It sounds so much better than problem…like a problem that isn’t important. And apparently allergies are not important in light of awesome.

  2. Karen McFarland says:

    Myndi, you do know that Daddy’s wrapped around SweetZ’s finger already, don’t ya? I see a Cat in your near future girlfriend. I think she’s won the argument hands down. Here, kitty, kitty…

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