"Mom, is there any kind of dog you're not allergic to?"
"I don't know," I replied.
Then, the litany began.
"Are you allergic to hairy dogs?" he asked.
"Yes." I shook off my shoes and hung up my jacket,
"Are you allergic to skinny dogs? Like hot dog dogs?"
"Yes." I walked to the bedroom.
"Are you allergic to really little dogs? You know, those small ones that can sleep in your bed?"
"Yes." I picked up the ringing phone and shushed Seth.
He put his face less than an inch from mine.
"Mom," he whispered. "I know! What about smooth dogs?"
Persistent, isn't he?