More mini-me 29, November 2010Posted by babychaos in baby stuff, General Wittering, Mini Me, toddlers.
Tags: cats, children, kids, mini-me, motherhood
Small fry is in bed, ready to go to sleep. Catus Maximus comes in, meowing. I pick him up and he begins to purr.
Junior knows about purring, it has alarmed him before. The first incident went like this.
“That is a noise.” mini-me had said, a look of worried incomprehension on his face.
“That is purring.” I had told him and explained that it meant our cat was content. He digested this news in silence for a while.
“OK.” he’d said.
So there we were, Junior all ready for bed, me about to kiss him goodnight and Catus Max purring in my arms.
“That is Chewie!” says the small man. “He is purring.”
“Yes, that’s right.” I say. “You remember about purring don’t you.”
A long, long thoughtful pause.
“He is alright? He is not broken?”
“No, he is not broken. He is happy.”
He comes out with this kinf of thing all the time and I can’t help thinking I should write more of it down.