Kissing Sylvester

Yesterday I had kids out sick, so I figured I'd be brave and grocery shop in the afternoon. I still had one daycare kid, plus my three, but I didn't think it would be too bad. And it wasn't. For the most part.

I was wearing a purple t-shirt with Sylvester (the cat) on it that says "Theattle". I absolutely love that shirt - and it shows. And the younger kids adore the shirt, presumably because it's a black & white cat.

Anyways, as we're walking through the hallowed aisles of WalMart, amid the Monday afternoon geriatric crowd, the kids are..... well.... being kids. Driving me nuts. So as I'm walking along, pushing the cart with S in the seat, I say to them "Who are you kids and why are you following me??"

At just that moment, S spies Sylvester, reaches out and grabs a boob in either hand, and pulls his face squarely between my boobs to give Sylvester a big ole kiss. I think.

The poor little old lady who'd turned in horror to see the motherless children following me looked even more shocked.

I just patted his head, smiled at her, and said, "He's definitely all boy".