Walking the Boy

"Mama," my seven-year-old son said. "Can you take me for a walk?" I thought that was a strange request, but I agreed to do it, never bothering to look away from the mirror as I applied my makeup. The boy started giggling. "What?" I asked. I wondered if he was giggling about me putting on my makeup. That's when I looked at him. What do you think was around his neck? My dog's leash and collar. "What the heck are you doing?" I asked. "I want to go for a walk." "That's ridiculous," I said. "What do you think Schultz is going to think about you wearing his leash and collar?" My son grinned. "I don't know. Let's find out." He marched downstairs where Schultz was sitting by the front door. "Hi, Schultz!" Schultz cocked his head sideways and assessed the situation. Then he tried to grab the leash. Apparently he thought it would be great fun to take my son for a walk. I have a seriously messed up family!