I knew Him When…

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We have a group of kittens in our house that some stray cat had in our garage. Dearest and I are suckers and couldn’t leave the poor little things out once we learned the cat-hating neighbor had plans to get rid of them. Now they spend their days running around the house, most of the time trying to escape the toddler chasing them and giggling.

One of the best things about them is hearing the toddler try to say their names. Go Bot and Puffball. Doesn’t seem too hard, right? Yet Trey manages to mangle their names in just the right way to make me both worry and roll on the floor laughing. Go Bot and Puffball come out of his mouth as Hot Pot and Speedball.

That’s right, my toddler is tossing around drug slang and names for delicious Chinese food. He’s like an even more badass Anthony Bourdain. While Bourdain is just drinking heavy and smoking like a chimney, mine is experimenting with potentially lethal drug combinations. I should probably do an intervention, but really he might be on to something. It would be No Reservations: Hospital Cafeteria Style. Tasting the various hospital dishes all over the world as he heals from drug induced injuries. Sure you might need closed captioning to know what’s saying and there would be more paranoid rants than usual, but really how could I deny him his chance at stardom?

OK, on a more serious note I’m not actually condoning drug use. Drugs are bad, don’t do drugs, drugs will rot your brain, hugs not drugs. Have you hugged your speedball, er, Puffball today?