Date: 5/8/2017

By gabriel4031

I'm in the basement when my daughter comes down the steps. I have the feeling that something has happened. I ask her what is wrong. She says she thinks she knows why she has been sick recently. I ask her what she thinks. She says, "I think I'm a werewolf". I don't take it too seriously. "Probably because you love wolves so much you want to be one." She disagrees with me. I tell her that she shouldn't bite her brother, if this is true. She makes a face that tells me that she has done it already. I'm mad. ""Why on earth would you do that?!?!" She shrugs and says, "to have someone to play with. "Ugh. Now I have puppies and not kids! Why couldn't you have been a cat instead? I prefer cats. I guess I will have to get used to being a dog owner. " in the end, somehow, I have five puppies instead of two.