Playing Animal Shelter

Dylan has a never-ending imagination.  I don't have to give him ideas of what to play (although I often have to remind him of the rules of the house).  The kid has plenty of ideas to spare. Today, after his homework, he decided he wanted to play animal shelter.  It's a long story, but about a year ago when I was working, Marcos had the kids and decided to take them to the animal shelter.  They were all practically in tears when they left.  I will not be visiting until we are ready for a pet because my heart is far to tender to have big brown eyes staring me down. Now that's where Dylan talks about going to buy a pet (which for now we've told him is when he's 10 years old - we'll see how it goes).  Anyway, I was folding laundry and had the kids' hamper out so after I bought "Dylan the little puppy", it was his kennel.  He whined and whimpered until I let him out.  No big deal - I don't mind playing a role once in awhile. Anthony woke up from his nap and I was in hopes that Dylan's need for me would now be over.  Nope, the roles just shifted.  Could I have been the little kid buying a dog? Or even the cashier? Nope, I got to be the dog because they needed to buy a big dog they could ride on.  Anthony got to be the cashier who helped with all the crap Dylan bought for me.  During all the excitement, I slipped away to straighten up the kitchen and was promptly reminded that dogs do not stand. So my afternoon has been on my hands and knees carrying stuffed animals in my teeth during our games of fetch.  Ah, the things I do for my children!