Poor Skeletons

This morning, I woke up in my own bed, flanked by girls in matching pink flannel cat jammies. Dixie was wearing the smaller pair with her ankles and wrists showing; Melody was swamped by the larger pair. I get up to head for coffee and a sleepy head emerges from the couch.

Me: Good morning, Tawie!
Charlie: When you want to say my name, you dest say, 'Chaw-Chaw-Chawie!'
Me: Good morning, ChaChaCharlie.
Charlie:  Dis mornin', when you're at work, can we watch Scooby-Dooby-Doo? Simon [the cat] wants to watch it to. He can watch it because he has eyes. People have eyes too. Except skeletons. Dey cannot watch Scooby-Dooby-Doo.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The great philsopher: Cha-Cha-Charlie. oma