Me: 1; Kids: 0

Every once in a while, and especially around the Holidays, the peeps get all sentimental and talk about if it's time to add to the numbers of our happy little family.  Yeah, I know.  Crazy talk.  That's the peeps for you.  Always wanting more.  More fur babies?  I ask you, what more could they ask for than this?:
(Insert picture of our gorgeous selves looking very cute and well- behaved.  Check!)

Then it dawned on me.  Maybe,  just maybe, they weren't talking about FUR babies.  Maybe they were talking about those little things that cry, smell funny, and look kinda like peeps- only smaller.   They are called "kids". That got me worried.  What would happen if the peeps start to like kids better then Dexie and me?  What would happen if the peeps started to think that kids are cuter and more well behaved?  Will we be coldly brushed aside clinging helplessly to our DVD of Lady and the Tramp muttering incoherent sentences about Jock and Trusty being right all along? Something had to be done.  Fortunately, I was able to get my paws on this picture that was taken at the 2009 family New Years get-together.                

As you can see....

...I am no longer worried.