January 26, 2005 - everett kitty, everett lamb -
My son is a kitty. Unless he is a lamb.
For the past several weeks, Everett has been playing kitty, with increasing frequency. I've read all about kids pretending to be pets, so it didn't surprise me. It does make me giggle, though, and sometimes cringe.
You see, everett kitty likes to nuzzle me, and he also likes to LICK me. The nuzzling is really sweet, although it's hard to type on your computer while being nuzzled. That I can live with. But then he starts licking me (and saying, "sKLURP!" with each sloppy lick) and, sometimes, we have to stop.
Everett kitty also likes to: climb on the back of the sofa, climb on mama's back, climb on mama's knees if she's reclining on the sofa and jump off, crawl up and down the stairs, and MEW! at the high-pitched top of his lungs.
The lamb, though, was really cute. Everett doesn't know exactly how to be a lamb. I told him that lambs like to eat grass, and he licked the floor. That would be our never-renovated-since-1912-pine-with-a-century-worth-of-dirt-ground-in floor. So I told him that lambs also liked to eat oats, and set out a shallow bowl of (dry) rolled oats for him. Which he promptly ate, happily, just like a little lamb. They do eat oats, right? Sometimes?
I tried to think of other things that lambs do, but all I could come up with is jumping over gates. What do lambs do? I've had the pleasure of seeing lambs up close and personal, and I can't think of anything they do except run around and play with their little lamb friends (and after watching everett lamb look for his little lamb friends for 20 minutes, I was guilty enough that I had to make him a turkey burger so he'd forget his woes. At least it wasn't lamb burger...).
