Last night at dinner my son asked me this question,
“Mommy, why do you use baby talk when you talk to the dog?”
I was like, don’t be ridiculous… I would never do that. That is so not me.
Then I saw the dog and I said (with a high-pitched sugar sweet voice), “Who’s a good boy? You are! Look at you! You’re so cute! What a good doggie!”
O-M-G. He’s right. The only thing missing was the British accent.
This has to stop. I don’t have nearly enough tattoos or piercings or to be an Osbourne!