This morning Akiva woke up early. He was sleeping in our bed, and I walked him back to his room. Our conversation:
Me: Akiva, lets go to your crib and you can read your airplane magazine* for a few minutes while we sleep.
Akiva: Maybe Kula come in crib?
Me: (extremely touched) You love Kula, don't you?
Akiva: SO much.
*(Akiva is obsessed with airplanes. We take him to LAX to watch the planes land. He knows the difference between an Air New Zealand 747 and the Qantas A380. We were at the book store the other day and I bought him an imported British magazine called Airliner World: The Global Airline Scene - to have something to read on the potty. It has about 100 pages of airplanes. This issue specialized in the history of various Slavic airlines, and has a 4 page spread on Baltic Air. Akiva went a little berserk when we showed it to him and insists on reading the entire magazine several times a day)
We went out for coffee this morning and Akiva met Max, who was whimpering for his owner to return from inside the coffee shop.
Me: I think it misses it's master.
Akiva: Doggy crying.
We watched it and then some other dogs showed. Lucy and Bruno. Akiva made fast friends.
And we came across a puppy named Tank.