"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Today Isaiah made himself a kitty mask and a tail out of paper. He colored them carefully with gray and black stripes and then taped them on and started mewing. He said he wanted "Charlotte to think I'm a real kitty." She got a kick out of it and chased him around. He asked me, "Does she think I'm a real kitty? Does she know it's me?"

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