So, we arrive home from our relaxing vacation in the Dominican Republic. Tired from the flight, but excited to see the kids, and yes, the Rottens, and even the cats.
TJ plays with us for a while, then perks up, remembering something. "I have a surprise for you," he says, taking me by the hand and leading us into his bedroom.
There is a light illuminating his whole room, an aquarium with two goldfish in it.
Are you kidding me, I am thinking, more pets. TJ and I had this conversation the other day, and I told him that 2 dogs and 3 cats is enough. I am not happy about this at all.
But I can't let him know that, he doesn't understand the whole dynamic of it, he is just psyched that he has new fish.
So I ask "What are their names, TJ?"
"This one is Flip and this one is Flop."