One of Elise's gifts this Christmas was a "Fur Real Friends" kitten. We've been encouraging her to pick a name for this thing, largely because it's getting cumbersome that she calls it "the kitten who kneads her paws." I threatened to tell the story of Tikki Tikki Tembo, but that only made Andy nervous and did not speed the naming process one iota.
So, I resorted to my favorite child annoying tactic: endless suggestion. "How about Brunhilda?" I asked. "Emily? Anne? Gertrude?" Etc. I can be really persistent.
Finally, Elise looked me in the eye and said firmly, "Mommy, I will name the-kitten-who-kneads-her-paws LATER."
"Really?" I asked. "That's a peculiar name for a kitten. Are you sure you really want to call her 'Later,' Elise?"
"Yes, Mommy." (Imagine an impish grin here.) "The kitty's name is Later."
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Later
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Isn't it fun when you realize that your kid is developing a wicked sense of humor?
And isn't it terrifying when you realize that your kid is developing a wicked sense of humor?
It took us weeks to name Tsunami--despite my repeated choruses of "Ridin' through the desert on a cat with no name..."
Didn't you have a turtle named None-of-Your-Business at one point?
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