So I get home from work, get comfortable, and Sarah hands off Susie to me so she can go take care of something. I sit down on the couch to relax for a minute or two before dinner, when Marshall asks “Why are you home from work daddy?” Nice, apparently he wants me to stay at work all day now or something.
Funniest part of this exchange was that I learned later he had apparently had spent a fair amount of time just sitting in the chair by the front door looking out the window waiting for me to come home earlier in the afternoon. Guess he got mad I didn’t come home then, so he didn’t care that I was home once I got there. Nice to be appreciated like that.
He followed that with another interesting conversation during dinner. About halfway though Oz, our third and most recent cat addition, came in and jumped up to sit down on the window seat near behind the table. I said “hi Oz” or something, and the following ensued:
Mars: Why do we call him ‘Oz’?
Us: Because that’s what you wanted to name him.
Mars: But I wanted to name him PAWS.
Us: Oh, we thought you were calling him ‘Oz’.
Mars: I want to name him ‘Paws’.
Us: We prefer ‘Oz’, sorry, we are not changing his name.
Mars: I will call him ‘Paws’.
Us: Fine. Whatever.
moment or 2 of silence
Mars (looking at Oz): HI OZZIE!!!
Uh, ok. Glad that is now solved. What was solved, I have no idea, but he seems content with the outcome.
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