Kitty love

I was giving away a box of Fancy Feast cans I had bought for Kitty, when Thing 3 saw that it had a picture of a kitty on it. She said, "Mow," in her tiny high-pitched voice, made the sign for kitty and leaned over and give it a hug. (She also likes to hug all the kitties she sees in books, which doubles the time it takes to read books like "Nobody's Nosier than a Cat" where there is a cat on every page.

Thing Three speaks

After a loud crash in the other room,
Thing Three: Uh oh. Kchkchkchkchk. (And signing the word for "kitty")

A wedding and a funeral

Thing Two (to Nana): One night, when Mommy and Daddy and Bubba and (Thing Three) and Kitty are sleeping, we can go to a funeral and kiss and get rings and be married!

The importance of the hyphen

During a cleaning session, Dapper Dad lifted the recliner and was feeling around to get toys out from under it. He inadvertently put his hand in kitty throw up. He was so grossed out that he tipped the recliner all the way over so that it was upside down so that he could hurry to run and wash his hands. That's when he spotted a long-missing Star Wars guy tangled in the underside of the recliner. During the ensuing celebration, he left the room to wash.

Thing One (to me): Wow! Daddy's a good-looking guy!
Me (to Dapper Dad): That's random. Thing One thinks you're good-looking.
Dapper Dad: I think he means that I'm a good looking guy.
Me: That does make more sense.

Thankful

Thing One: Mom? What are you thankful for?
Me: My family. You boys and Daddy.
Thing One: I'm thankful for snowmen that fight in wars.
Thing Two: I thankful that kitty not named Cow.

I think someone had help with this one

Thing One singing to himself to the tune of Simon & Garfunkel's "The Sound of Silence": Hello kitty, my old friend. You come to BLAH on us again.

Good boy

When he saw the cat batting around a plastic lemon, Thing Two gave the cat some more plastic food to play with.
Thing One: A watermelon! That's doing a good boy there!

Bakery

Thing One and I were joking about kitty's laziness by making up things that he *does* around the house. I said that kitty got a job, works hard, makes money, pays for the house, buys all our clothes, buys all the groceries and cooks our meals.
Thing One: Yeah! And he goes to the bakery!
Me: Yes, he does.
Thing One: And buys the bacon!

Lost?

Me: Where's Thing Two?
Thing One: I don't know. Maybe in my bedroom. I hear his collar.
Me: That's Kitty.
Thing One: Oh.