So a few weeks ago, Hubs and I decided we needed to have a chat with Son.
"Son, there's something Dad and I want to talk to you about."
"Oh man. Am I getting a baby brother?"
"What? Where did THAT come from?"
"Well, whenever parents want to sit down and have a talk about something with their kid that's what they always want to talk about."
"Hang on, when have we ever in your entire 12 years of existence EVER sat you down to tell you you're getting a brother?"
"Fine. Then what do you want to talk about?"
"Well, actually we have agreed to have someone come live with us."
Son's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Someone? Who?"
"Not sure. All we know is he or she does not speak English, will need a room of his or her own and probably won't be housebroken." Son's eyes became huge. His face lit up with joy.
"Really?" he squeaked, "You're not just teasing right?"
"Seriously? Yay! We're getting a DOG!"
"Wait! No! We're not getting a dog!"
"But you said..."
"I know, but it's not a dog. This is better."
"What's better than a dog?"
"You can't think of anything that would be better?"
"Nope. Wait, it's not an exchange student or something is it?"
Hubs looked at me for the go ahead. I nodded. Hubs turned to Son, smiled and said, "Actually, you were right the first time."
"Really? Well it's about time!"
"So you're excited then?"
"Are you kidding? I'm gettin' a DOG!"
"Hold it! No. We're NOT getting a dog. You're getting... a new brother or sister!"
"Oh. Right. Well, that's okay, I guess."
"Good. We're glad you're pleased."
"Yeah. So....no dog then?"
His grandparents were a little more excited by the news. But then, they already have a dog.