On our way across a parking lot, we found a man selling 7-week old labradors so of course the kids were going crazy to hold them and get one. I told Liza, "if we take you to see the puppies, there is no begging or whining when we leave. We aren't getting a puppy...do you understand?" she said yes and held and held and loved the darling little black labs. She was so quiet when it was time to give them back and leave. I knew she was heartbroken when she came up beside me and intertwined our arms, looked up in my eyes and said, " mom, I just have to say please. PLEASE!!!?!!!"

What a little dose of heaven she is.