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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