Thursday, August 25, 2011

rabid cat

I put the kids in the bath, and went to switch the laundry.  When I came back, Jack was dirtier than before.  The culprit?  A stowaway bath crayon.  Ella said, "Do you like Jack?  I painted his forehead.  Do you know what he is?  Do you know what he is????  He's a wild,




Oh, yeah, Mom.  I'm a danger.  But I'm not a wild, crazy, kitty cat.  I'm a cool cat.  Just try to resist this mug.

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