“What are you doing?” A little Bean asked.

“Hugging your Daddy,” I answered.

“Say ‘What are you doing?'” She commanded.

“What are you doing?” I complied.

“I am taking a wok wif my litto kitty.”

“Oh that’s nice.”

“Yes…my litto cat almose ate her kittens.

“What?”

“She dinn’t. That wood be dissgussing if she did and she wood toot.”

“Oh my!”

“Do cats toot, Daddy?” She pulled Paul in.

“Yes they do,” he said firmly.

“My cat toots quietly.”