Kitty Cat!

Such a sweet morning around here. Both kids laying on our bed, footie jams on, heads propped on their favorite pillows. Zoe had Chip in a headlock and Xander's chubby hands tapped the top of the cat's head a bit too rough. In an effort to break free, Chip was sideways as Zoe pointed out his eyes, nose, whiskers ("for fat cats to be safe, X!"), and then on his back, arms askew, and starting to hiss.

"Dose are his nipples. Dose are his feet. Dose are his cute cute furry ball sacks!"

She didn't get any further as I yanked the cat away just before a little hand got to the cute furry ball sacks and she said, "Hey! We still 'splorin him, Mom!"

Nope. We are good for the day!