Lo Knows Best
I assured Lola, after my Christmas disappointment, that I would work on her father regarding the "puppy" issue. I imagine the slow chipping away of his resistance--over time--and I've asked her to hang back, keep quiet, and let me handle it.
Yesterday, though, she wanted a progress report:
Lo: Mom, so when do you think we'll get that puppy?
TR: I'm not sure, Lo. I'm giving it a little rest for a couple of days. Can't bombard him too much, you know. I'm afraid if I do that, he'll just get mad and we'll never get it.
Lo: (silence, silence, thoughtful silence...) No. You have to push him.