Wolf boy

So the other night at dinner my son informed us that he was half wolf. Every night he turns into a wolf, sneaks out, and goes hunting. Sometimes he meets up with his wolf pack, the other half wolf-half boy kids from school.

He had an entire back story and a quick answer for every question we had about his wolfy nighttime wanderings. He was so sincere and earnest.

Meanwhile, his little sister was totally freaking out. “No, it’s not true! You’re not a wolf! There’s no such thing!”

Who knew they’d get so entertaining?

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About dirtyrottenparenting

I'm a parent of two lovely (most of the time) children. I work full time out of the home and I don't cook well, bake, sew, or do crafty things. I keep my high heels and jewelry at my office because there's no point in having them at home. I love Mondays because I can return to the world of adults, go to the bathroom alone and have nearly uninterrupted conversations with others.
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One Response to Wolf boy

  1. You don’t have to hem and haw to give answers when you’re telling the truth.

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