I'm enjoying the "kitty cat" phase where everything is a kitty cat (regardless of the fact that he knows what doggies and birds are as well as how to say it). We were on the front porch when a neighbor around the corner walked by with his big German Shepard. Quintin jumped up from the stairs and yelled "kitty cat!". I'm pretty sure that our friend now thinks that we are lying to our son about which animals are what since despite correcting him (which usually gets him to call the animal by the right name), he was adamant that this particular dog was a kitty and argued with me telling ME, "no, Kitty". lol.
at 8:32 PM on May. 27, 2009