Saturday 17 January 2015


Just an amusing story to start Saturday morninig. Last night, Miriam was being a cat. She was crawling and miaowing, and quite convincing.

Naomi brought "her cat" into the kitchen where I was doing the dishes. She asked me to provide fish for her cat. Having wet hands I thought I'd join in, so I started flapping my hand and told her I did have a fish but it was still a bit wet.

"No daddy, that's your hand."

I'm still figuring out this pretending business.

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