While I was gone this past weekend, Caroline informed P that we are frequently victims of an unwanted visitor.
Specifically, an invisible cat.
On Saturday morning, she called P into her playroom and asked him if he could find her Elefun game. He looked around and couldn’t find it.
“See? It’s gone. The invisible cat took it.”
“The invisible cat?”
“Yes, the invisible cat that sneaks in and takes my toys. The cat took my Elefun.”
“What does the cat look like?”
“I don’t know. HE’S INVISIBLE.” (accompanied by a world weary sigh to indicate she is exhausted by the sub-par intellect of her parents)
She makes a valid point. (about the invisible part, not the sub-par intellect)
I just hate to tell her that the invisible cat has a name and its name is MAMA.
But as long as the cat is getting the blame, I sense a wholesale playroom cleanout coming on.