Joseph said the most hilarious thing this morning. But to understand, you need to know an older story. One that is slightly embarrassing for me, but I suppose it's a sacrifice I'll have to make.
When I was about 18 months old, my uncle sent me a stuffed cat with a music box in it for my birthday. Mom said that I pulled it out of the box, promptly sat on it, and peed. The cat was from then on known as 'pee-pee kitty.' Fast forward thirty years. I was at home and found a few old things in my room that Olivia might want, including the kitty. I had no intentions of telling any of the kids its original name. After thirty years, we could pick a completely new name, right? But as soon as I pulled it out my mom said, "Oh, pee-pee kitty!" That was the end of that.
So this morning, Joe, once again referred to it by the dreaded name. "Can't we just call it Kitty?" I pleaded with him.
"But Mom, everyone calls it that."
"Everyone. They have hats and jackets and backpacks that all have Pee-Pee Kitty on it."
"Are you talking about Hello Kitty?"
Really, I'm glad we straightened that out. How would it look if Joe walked up to some girl in his class next year and told her he liked her Pee-Pee Kitty backpack?