Coco and I were driving around getting some errands done. She’s learning how to put inflections into her speech. She sounds like a mini adult human.

What was the name of that song mom?

she says slapping her hand on her lap. It’s as we’ve bonded for years while swilling down a few cold brews after work. We can finish each other’s sentences.

When we went into one store, and this is a huge store, she kept asking more to get something at the next store. This irks me a bit especially since she was carrying around a cute little basket for room I was going to buy here. She’s always planning out what’s next on the agenda and what she can get out of it. Occasionally I need to shock her back into the moment, just a bit.

Did you know that they keep a wolf in the back room to eat small children that bug their mom for things over and over again? I was sure to set my tone in a serious manner to be believable.

She looked at the front of the store in search of the room with the waiting wolfs. She believed it for a minute, and that was all I needed.

O.k. mom.

We continued on, checked out, and went on with our day just like two good friends have been for years and years.