Z caught a cold from his little brother. He can blow his nose all by himself and throws the tissue in the garbage. (If you catch a cold from a baby...you won't be very sick, right?) Before I had kids, I really thought that. Turns out viruses don't know if you are a baby or a grown up!
C knew right away what to do with the magnet. Looks like he may be a ENT specialist when he grows up...he already knows how to do a tonsillectomy. He also helped feed the cat. I'm pretty sure all my grandchildren know how cat food tastes and they like it. Their favorite flavor is the "Digestive Care" by Iams. Yes, Kitty has a sensitive stomach. I know you don't want to hear about that so I will refrain. I didn't get any pictures of C with Kitty last night. I was too busy trying to make sure the "sweet cat" didn't take a hunk out of him like he loves to do to me. He is definitely Basil's cat and never attacks him, but goes after me almost daily. We have had several cats during our marriage. The sweet ones like me best. The mean ones like him. I could say more about that, but I think I will leave the subject there. I couldn't find any pictures of Kitty. I know have have some, but they are lost in the vast ocean of "My Pictures". I did find this scrapbook page...he looks sweet, doesn't he?