“This is my dog. I brought him over because I heard you loved puppies.” She gives me an emphatic nod. “I do. Mommy said I can get one when I’m old enough to pick up his shit.” Denise tries to hide her mortified expression behind her hand. “Madison, remember what I said about cursing?” Madison nods. “Not in front of other people because they’re going to think you’re a bad mommy.” Denise grins. “Good girl.”
Me as a mom
