Sunday night G was holding our last cat, Simon, and I heard her ask, "Simon are you sorry mama took away all your fertilizer?" This is in reference to my explaination to a much earlier question about why Simon and Abigail never had kittens.
And last night, "Mama, I am sleeping in my own bed next week, OK?" and just so you know, next week never seems to come.
I told myself I would totally remember all the things G says but having failed to write them down I am now at a loss.