Dogs, Dogs, Dogs

My seven-year-old grandson came over after school yesterday.  On the way home in the car he said, “Granddaddy, I wrote a book.”  He had my interest.  He went on, “It’s called ‘Dogs, Dogs, Dogs’.”  I said, “Interesting.  What’s it about?”  He looked annoyed and replied, “Dogs, of course.”  He went on, “I’m going to sell it.”  I took the bait and answered, “Really!  Well, I might be interested in buying it.  How much are you going to sell it for?”  He answered back, “Probably a dollar.  But I’m not sure, my mom may want to keep it.”  I’m sure she might, Greyson.  I’m sure she might.