Someone asked me if I liked staying home with Kitty all day. I said “Yes”, but really the answer is No. I don’t like it, I love it. I am crazy about it. I adore it. I delight in it. I am enchanted by it.
She tiptoes from room to room, silently wreaking havoc on our home. She chatters and sings (“Mahna Mahna… doo doo do dooo doo… Mahna mahna… doo doo doo doo.”), asks for snacks (“I wanna deat foo. Orang?”), sometimes she lies to get out of bed at nap time, (“I poopy! I poopy!”), she inquires about Mr. Darcy or her siblings, (“Daddy go? Jane go? School?”), she says “No” to everything, she throws food, she draws on walls and floors, and slowly nods her head when she wants something.