D asked me if he could grow up to marry me. I had to tell him no because I’m his mommy, I can’t marry him.
This morning, C pretended to be a tick, and D interviewed him about his life. “So do you drink a lot of blood?” “Yeah, sometimes.” “Do you like to drink cat blood?” “I like people.”
Playing Star Wars Battlefront (computer game), C turns to me and says “Defeat is not acceptable.” He is SO destined for Special Forces.
While swimming in the pool, we play various games. Often they like to be baby kittens who escape from a pet shop, and I’m their mommy cat who comes to find them while they’re lost in the woods. Today though, the games were “Weeping Angels Attack”, which quickly turned into “Swimming Angels” and “Angels Who Don’t Stop When You Look At Them”. But their frozen-angel poses were hilarious. Then it was zombie attack, and while we attacked D, he suddenly became the emperor and attacked us back with Force-lightning. Who knew. Then C had to be Darth Vader, killing zombies with his lightsaber. It’s good to have balance. Kittens. Zombies. Doctor Who. Star Wars. Y’know.
C can now open his eyes underwater, and does so all the time while swimming underwater. He phrased it, “Now I can track you down under the water.” Special Forces ahoy.
Weeping Angels:






































