Jack tells a story...

"Momma, let me tell you a story," Jack says as we drive home from Yaya's house where he stays on Mondays. Of course I'm very anxious to hear what his sweet imagination has come up with now. He continues:

Once upon a time, Meg (my parents psycho dog) was helping me eat my snack. Then Papa came along and yelled, "Dumb Meg!" He yelled at her "dumb Meg" because she was eating my snack.

Then he added one more when I saw a cat when we turned on our street:

Jack: "We like nice kitties. We don't like mean kitties. B.K. (Margo's dead cat) is a mean cat."

Me: "B.K. was a nice kitty."

Jack: "Well, no she wasn't. She just bit me yesterday."

*This incident actually happened about 6 months or more ago. I wonder about kids' concepts of time! It was pretty funny though.