A few weeks ago, the Pretend Husband and I had my dad and his fiancee and the PH's parents (the Pretend In-laws) sit down for a discussion. I began with, "As the dogs' grandparents, we have something to discuss with you. You know how Molly and Casey have been asking for a brother or sister? Well, we have narrowed it down to three options and we want you guys to help us decide."
Immediately, the groaning started up. "A third dog?!? You guys are crazy!"
Quickly, I showed them a photo of a black dog and said, "This is the first option."
The comments continued, "I'm not taking care of three dogs when you go away. This is ridiculous!"
I showed a photo of a white dog and said, "This is the second option."
I was a little scared for my life as we got hit from all sides, "I can't believe you would do this! Three dogs is too much!"
So I quickly put down the third photo, saying, "This is the third option."
(It was a unanimous decision to go with option three.)