One morning I came downstairs to find Don with Lydia and Noah in his lap jockeying for position. When Lydia saw me she hopped off and came running. I greeted her with a good morning princess. She beamed proudly. Noah not to be left out announces he needs a morning kiss too, sp I say good morning prince. He stops dead in his tracks and says, I am not a prince I am a king.
Moving our family toward a common goal by nipping, barking, growling and a lot of loving