Talkin’ Bout A Revolution

The Squirrelly’s new favorite game is “kittycat,” though he tends to leave out the “ee” part of “meow” when playing. All of the sudden he’ll leap to his feet and start marching about the living room shouting “Mao! Mao!” like he’s trying to foment his own little cultural revolution and overthrow our bourgeoisie household.

Fortunately, I think we’re safe. Lord knows we haven’t engaged in any arts or intellectualism recently. Not since the child was born, at any rate.