It started so innocently. When I was cooking one day, I dropped a piece of food and let Emma (my ever-present kitchen shadow) eat it off the floor. “Emma snack!” I exclaimed, joking.
Well, it’s several weeks later…and I have inadvertently trained Emma to be the family dog, taking the place of our actual dog, Luke.
She follows me around the kitchen, waiting eagerly for something to drop. When it does, she immediately pounces, shoves it in her mouth, and gleefully yells, “Emma snack!”
She also sits around Seth’s high chair, waiting for the inevitable mess to fall. “Emma snack!”
My floors are cleaner, but my kid acts like a dog. Well, you can’t have everything!