Pet update: Maggie cat is still with us. We are forbidden from calling her Maggie; she prefers Maggie-Cat or Little Kitty Cat. Our toilet is now referred to as a litter box. We play fetch with balls in the house and she licks for kisses. On the upside, she can be lured places with promises of pretend cat treats I keep in my pocket. I have been informed by Maggie's teacher that all the girls in school are cats right now. Who's up for giving a school presentation on, I don't know, some large animal that eats cats?
Another obsession: this song Wagon Wheel. She calls it the MamaLade song based on the lyric "mama like," which is the only remaining cute thing about her request. She asks for it whenever she knows we will be in the car. And then after it has played once in the car. And then she counts on her fingers, "once, twice, three, four, five." It is 2 MamaLades to school; 1.5 MamaLades to our favorite park; 1 MamaLade to the grocery store. Don't ask me how many MamaLades it is to Albuquerque; that's too painful to remember.
So we're all doing well. Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow.
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