"Good morning, Tucker."
"Good morning, mommy. I need to feed the cat." He's taken responsibility for Wiley, the outdoor cat.
"Maybe you should hug your mother first."
(Dramatic sigh.)
"All right. But quick. I don't want the cat to die."
That's fair. Even with this consideration, I feel like you can spare 12 seconds or so.
Somebody, get this kid a pet. He reeks of responsibility.
Really? Cuz I can make that happen. 😉
Lol. Guess you're getting a good vision of the teen years too soon. Btw, your brother looks a whole lot like you! 🙂
But not a cat, right?