“I have a good name for the cats,” Nathaniel tells me. This, despite the fact that our cats have been firmly named for weeks.
“Goat cheese.”
“Pepperhead.” Katherine wants to play, too.
“Pumpkinhead.”
“Zoohead.”
“Scrumptious.”
“Fancy.”
“Flowerhead.”
“Pastahead.”
“Pajamahead.”
Okay, it’s definitely time for bed.
Erin
Alan Schmierer