Mom, I don't know why Reagan has to always act like a dog.
Last night while we were eating dinner, Reagan was panting like a dog. Todd looked at me and said, "Mom, I don't know why Reagan has to always act like a dog, it's so weird!" I told him I thought that him having an imaginary friend named Mickey was a little weird. While rolling his eyes and letting out a sigh he said, "Mom, that was when I was a little kid."