As I was racing around this morning having just given LM a bath since he woke up soaked and quickly trying to throw some clothes on for myself before our babysitter arrives and I have to leave for work, all while my son cries out for breakfast that I'm clearly late on making. I glance over at our daschund mutt Chino as he snuggles back into our bed, head under the covers because clearly all this commotion has disturbed his morning sleep.
Me: "In my next life I want to come back as Chino."
Hubbs (calling out from the shower): "That would be like winning Powerball!"
This guy has the life.