A few days ago I wrote (on Facebook) about how our cat Angelcakes knocked over YaYa's Beta tank and ate her fish. Wrong. She knocked it over all right, but never got the fish. I found it today on the floor, tucked behind some shoes.
With YaYa at a friends house I tried to dispose of the evidence by feeding it to our turtle, but it backfired. Quoting YaYa upon her return: "Why is my fish floating in Franklin's tank?"
Oopsies. Finicky turtle.
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Lisa came into the living room, saw the Oregon-Arizona game on the television, and said "Is there anything we can both watch?"
"Sure," I said. "The Oregon-Arizona game."
I flinched and readied myself for the gunshot, but she just rolled her eyes and took up residence on the love seat with a book. About twenty minutes later Arizona scored. Lisa looked excited. "I didn't think they were going to convert on that down. They've got a good chance to win now, don't they?"
I smiled and gestured to YaYa, who was sitting next to her Mom.
"See, that's a skill, and I'm not being sarcastic," I said, with genuine admiration. "Your Mom has no interest whatsover in this game, and no idea what just happened, but she'll do her best to involve herself in the conversation and make you feel comfortable. That's a people skill, YaYa, one I don't have. I hope you're taking lessons."
YaYa smirked. "Are you kidding? I fake interest in what you say all the time."
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Smiley's latest obsession: Sizzlers. They're a pair of black magnets in the form of tapered cylinders about an inch long. They make a sizzling sound when tossed together.
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Lisa was on the phone with a friend when I heard her scold Smiley. "Go wipe your butt! You're stinky! Did you take a poop and not wipe your dupa?"
About five minutes later Smiley walked up in his underwear, turned his back to me and said " 'mell my butt"
"Smell your butt?" I said. "No, little man."
He grimaced and stomped his feet. "Momma say it steenky. 'mell my butt."
"You wiped?" I said. He nodded.
"Good enough for me. Off you go."
"No. 'mell my butt."
I was convinced he was sincere, and only wanted me to get him off the hook with Lisa. And then I saw a glint of Dannyesque mischief in his eyes.
"Are you just trying to get your Daddy to smell your butt so you can laugh about me?"
He started to giggle. "Yeessss!", then ran upstairs.
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Here's another shot from Chuck E Cheese last week. This is Lulu and the birthday girl Meadow.