At breakfast this morning, Ed asked my mother if she was going to get another cat. My youngest nephew, who was listening in on the conversation, said "Get a dog, Nana. Not a cat."
Ed said, "Oh, so you think you might get a dog instead?"
"Well," my mother said, "a friend of mine has a Russell Stover and I was thinking about maybe getting one of those."
Ed and I looked at each other, then back at her, and Ed said, "A Russell Stover?"
I said, "I think you mean a Jack Russell, Mom."
She looked confused for a moment, which is an expression Ed and I are used to seeing on her face, and then said, "Who is Jack Russell?"
"They're called Jack Russell Terriers," explained Ed, "besides, you really don't want to get a Russell Stover dog; they've been known to melt."
She quickly laughed at this, but I know it took her a full five minutes to figure out what he meant.
Maybe getting a cat isn't such a bad idea.