Mama,can I have a puppy?

"Nikhil you told me you were busy busy but what about all those toys in the basket?" I asked my grandson.

"You don't know the half of it, Dada. I have tons and tons of toys and its all my papas and mamas fault. They keep on buying me toys. Now I don't know which ones to give away as gifts for those who have none."

"That is so good of you, Nik Nik. But which are the ones you really like?"

Ok. I like my books especially the ones that talk or make sounds.

I like toys I can ride like my cycle.

I like furry toys like big bear and Snoopy .

I like my music ear buds.

I like my duckies in the swimming pool

I like building toys

"Would you like a real puppy real dog?", I asked mischeavously.

His eyes light up at the thought of a real live puppy and he rushes promptly to his mama.

"Mama, mama can I have a puppy?"I can hear him pleading in the next room.

A few minutes later  however, he returns, a trifle crestfallen.

"She said no " he confides in me mournfully.

"Why ?" I asked him

" Dada, she is so unfair. She said with a puppy there will be poop all over the house and she can only handle one pooper at a time!"