Last night after we came home I was cleaning the kitchen. Simon, our very vocal cat, was crying somewhere in the house.
I said, "Jeece Simon, What is it?"
G said, "Mama, Simon's not cwying."
I said, "Oh is he talking to you?"
She said, "Yes."
I said, "Well what is he saying?"
She said, "Meemaow."
And here I was stopped in my tracks waiting for some funny creative imaginative conversation. Nope, just "meemaow."