God bless Suki. Who is Suki? Suki is our cat. Boy #1 loves Suki. Yesterday Carter made a Sam's run, Diapers, wipes, all the fun things you buy when you have little Boy(s) in the house that soil themselves still. Expensive too. But, that's another rant. Anyway - the byproduct of the diaper/wipes run is some fun boxes left over as trash. Boy #1 is into all things TRUCK, and him and his Mom started playing a game called "Garbage" - yesterday was Garbage day for Team Tinsley - so I guess seeing the Garbage Truck runnin' down our Alley on his way to school was the motivation. Such a bright Boy. Anyway - "Garbage" the game had the Boy putting stuff into one box and then putting that box into the other. Laugher - and then repeat the process. All fine and good until I get home. After a Petco run for Dog Dog (black humour aside: we wonder - aloud - each time we buy a big bag of dog food if it will be Dog Dog's last) me and the Boy come back and he wants to play - Garbage. Enter Suki. Minding her own business, just wanting to be fed, she becomes the Garbage and is put into the box (the bigger box - Suki is a fat cat) and the placed into the other box. HILARIOUS laughing ensures and Suki meows and just hangs out for a very long time shut up in a box. The Boy then ups the ante and starts putting plastic plateware (knifes, forks, plates, etc.) from a picnic kit, into the box with Suki. This goes on for sometime. Bath time comes, read books, night night. Cock-A-Doodle Do. Fast forward to today. 7am. Boy is up and the first thing he wants to do - as Suki enters from outside. Garbage. The poor cat is probably still in that damn box.




Other Boy #1 news. He's hooked on the Animal Planet's "America's Funniest Animals" - he will sit there and cackle all through the show. It is pretty funny - but even more so, watching him cracking up over animal high-jinks.

Over and out for now.