How come I do not have too...

Again, I got back from work and found out that Gwenchik was not behaving her best with her grandmother. I explained that I only have one mom, and Gwenchik has to take care of her, treasure her and listen to every word she says and do her best not to upset her...

Gwen: I understand. You know, when you get really, really old, I will also take care of you.

Me: I hope so.

Gwen: But you have two fathers, so if one gets upset you always have another one. How come I do not have that? I only have one Dad...

.....

What do you say to that?

Cat relationship

Because Gwenchik was away for almost a month and a half, the cats forgot how to interact with her.

Gwen: Mom, can you believe that Burka sits under the couch and doesn't want to come out to be petted!

Me: Well, she is probably scared.

Gwen: That is silly. How can she not want to be petted?

And so they sit across from each other trying to figure out who will give in first.

Back home

Because is it raining yet again, my parents decided to bring Gwenchik back from the Cape today.

My God, she is brown-chocolate, toned and muscled from climbing trees, riding horses and jumping in the waves.

Me: Wow, you are like a nice piece of chocolate!

Gwen: Yes, and I will not melt, though you probably will not eat me anyway.

Catching up

We finally drove to the Cape, where Gwenchik has been with my parents for the last two weeks.

She refused to go to sleep and waited up for us.

The next hour was a blur of puppet shows, climbing up the poll, swinging on the homemade swings, dancing, storytelling... like a small tsunami.