stop teaching your child to hate me
So A and I are talking about the cat, and how she’s playing with a little catnip mouse, who we call Mickey the Insult Mouse. Mickey has a very dirty mouth, and Yum Yum has to smack him around from time to time. So she was poking at him, and then she sat on him. I’m on the bed, the cat is a couple of feet away, and A is in the ensuite bathroom.
Me - Blah blah she’s playing with Mickey
A - Yeah blah blah she likes him
*pause*
Me - Yeah now she’s sitting on him
A - She’s cleaning him
And then there was a pause while I tried to figure out what she had said. I was surprised that she would have said that…how is she cleaning him? And then a nano-second later, I realized what she said. (Perverts will know where I’m going with this…others should click the period here.)
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