Today I’m pulling out a post from 2005 when Eden aka The Bean aka Beanie (and too many more nicknames to list) was two and a half. I realize I run the risk of re-opening charges against me, but I think it’s worth it.
Yesterday Paul and I were painting the dining room ceiling and Beanie kept us company. She was being a kitten which involves lots of meowing, crawling and a good bit of licking or licking sounds. I looked over and she was on her side and her arms were circled in front of her. She had an earnest expression. I knew what was coming.
“I am the Mother kitten.”
“Oh really. What are your kittens’ names?”
“Uh…Kiko and Niko”
“Oh that’s nice, rather Japanese.”
I continued to paint and she continued to fawn on her imaginary offspring.
“Axcelly I had more kittens. I had five, but now I have two…You did it.”
“What?”
“You did it.”
“What did I do?”
“You died them.”
“I did not!”
“You did.”
“No, I didn’t…kill them.”
“You did…kill them.”
“I would never kill your kittens!”
“You did it.”
Fortunately, we were distracted from this interminible argument. Now we all know I did not die those three imaginary kittens, but if you think the mere accusation isn’t hanging heavy on my conscience, you’re crazy.
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