Daddy: "Hey, Sasha, do you want juice?"
Sasha: (turns to cat) "Juice, kitty. MINE!"
Mommy: "..."
One wonders what mental process, exactly, brought her to the conclusion that her juice was in serious jeopardy of theft and consumption by the, uh, the cat.
My kitchen is: I'm back to the course of gradual improvement. It would've been shiny, today, but I spent time restringing network cables, instead.
Posted by andrea at April 13, 2004 10:19 PMThat's so cute.
Posted by: nick on April 14, 2004 04:28 AMHmmm...have you been telling her that she can't eat the cat food? I hear what she said more as a declaration of unwillingness to share, at least with kitty, than a fear of theft. And as you know, turnabout is fair play when you're two.
Posted by: cathyy on April 14, 2004 07:52 AMThat's what you get for letting your daughter watch "South Park".
"No kitty, that's my pot pie!"
Posted by: Monkey Boy on April 14, 2004 06:48 PMOut of the mouths of babes comes profound wisdom.
Oil! Oil! Contracts! Contracts! Mine! Mine! Bad desert man! Bad!
;)
Posted by: Andrea on April 15, 2004 09:45 PM
You let her watch Bush's speach, didn'tcha?