A couple of quickies …Carlos is still feeding, twice daily,
Not Our Cat Comet, who has now also been coming into the back yard when Ozzo is
out there, and the two of them wander around together. I think Carlos and Ozzo
are tag-teaming to get Comet into the house but, again, she is not our cat.
Secondly … whenever Carlos tells me he had a bad dream I almost always say:
“Your father and Saby [Carlos’ old boss] having sex on a
horse?”
And he says, No! And I make up other dreams, and this goes
on for several minutes. Well, he said that this morning and then said he’d
planned on having an egg for breakfast and now he wasn’t, so I asked:
“Was the dream your father and Saby having sex in an egg?”
“Nooooo.”
“You were having egg sex?”
“NOOOOOO!”
“You were trapped inside an egg?”
“I’m not Lady Gaga.”
And there’s the fun; Carlos’ knowledge of pop culture runs
at about a zero, so for him to not only recall Gaga in the egg, but then to say
it aloud, was a milestone in my trying to educate him about pop culture.
By George, I think he’s got it. |