Monday evening, I was sitting on the couch minding my own business when Jameson jumped on me and bit me. Hard. I got mad at him, shoved him off the couch and then threw my pillow at him. (Please don't send me emails about animal abuse. What would you do if twelve pounds of angry cat jumped on you for no reason at all and sank his fangs into your arm? It hurt! It left a mark!) I also called him some names while I was at it.
The next day, Johnny was pestering Jameson and the cat was doing that thing where he swivels his ears and looks pissed off.
Me: Johnny, you need to leave Jameson alone. He will bite you!
Johnny: He won't bite me. He's my friend! (poke, poke)
Me: He will too bite you. Here, look at my arm. (I showed him my wound.) He bit me last night for no reason at all and look what he did to me!
Johnny: Jameson bit you on your arm?
Me: Yes. And I pushed him off the couch and threw something at him and called him a bad name.
Johnny: (eyes wide) Did you call him....a penis?!?
I laughed. I couldn't help it. How funny to be so innocent to think that penis is a really bad word. (To clarify, we have not taught him that his body part is bad. He just knows that it's a private word and we don't use it in casual conversation.) I'm definitely going to have to keep him away from certain neighbors before he learns some worse words to call people.
My arm is actually not festering. It's fine. Just a flesh wound. But I'm still mad at Jameson.
The next day, Johnny was pestering Jameson and the cat was doing that thing where he swivels his ears and looks pissed off.
Me: Johnny, you need to leave Jameson alone. He will bite you!
Johnny: He won't bite me. He's my friend! (poke, poke)
Me: He will too bite you. Here, look at my arm. (I showed him my wound.) He bit me last night for no reason at all and look what he did to me!
Johnny: Jameson bit you on your arm?
Me: Yes. And I pushed him off the couch and threw something at him and called him a bad name.
Johnny: (eyes wide) Did you call him....a penis?!?
I laughed. I couldn't help it. How funny to be so innocent to think that penis is a really bad word. (To clarify, we have not taught him that his body part is bad. He just knows that it's a private word and we don't use it in casual conversation.) I'm definitely going to have to keep him away from certain neighbors before he learns some worse words to call people.
My arm is actually not festering. It's fine. Just a flesh wound. But I'm still mad at Jameson.
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We had a cat that would do that. And, the penis thing...priceless.
Too cute! There's a boy on the playground and Kenzie keeps telling me that he calls her...are you ready for this?...brace yourself...A DIAPER! Gasp!! But to that age...it's a HUGE deal and much like maybe the "F" bomb is to us! LOL!!
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