When I got home tonight the following conversation occurred...
John: Molly called and she is the "Ranger of the Week" at school.
Me: Oh!
John: Apparently, she wants to "share" me again.
Me: Hummm.
John: Um, andddd... she wants to share Zayleigh too.
Me: to myself (yep, I was waiting for that!)
Over the last 3 years at school, Molly or Mack has "shared" their dad and Zayleigh.
It cracks me up b/c in years past, they have known how much Zayleigh and their dad had a love/hate relationship (mostly hate!). They knew that it was a real sacrifice for daddy to take off work and drive the dog (who is KNOWN for getting car sick) to share for an hour.
This year, I'm happy to report, is different.
Tonight John looked at Zayleigh and said in the funny voice we use to talk to her : "Thats right, Zayel, you and me got some sharin' to do!"
I realize how cheesey this sounds and my husband would cringe that I'm admitting to any of this, but I dont care. I'm so incredibly grateful that I went to Africa on soooo many levels - but I have to say that this one reason... the one about how my husband grew to "tolerate" "MY" dog is definitely up there with some of the greatest things that came from my trip - at least in terms of living under the same roof!
I'm off to get Miss Zayleigh ready for the big "show"! :-)
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