Cass thinks the cheezburger site is hilarious.
I love that his humour is developing, that his grasp of what's funny (or his version of what's funny, whatever) is changing and growing....
but I'm not thrilled about the language.
Moms! He shouted down the stairs. I's takin a shower, 'kay?
'WHAT?' I bellowed back.
I is takin.....oh never mind. I'm getting in the tub, okay?
'Okay, honey. Sorry, for a minute there I thought you were a talking cat.'
Oh. Cool! Really?
'Yeah. I was about to call the circus.'
'I was going to call the.....why am I yelling up the stairs?'
Aw, Mommy. You wuves your lolcat.
'Not as much as I loves the circus and all the money I'll be making. Get in the shower, Cassidy, and stop making my language-loving heart bleed.'
I now understand how much my parents must have hated it when I flounced around saying things like 'I am so sure' and 'Whatev...'
Sorry, Dad. I promise to never say 'I puked my guts out' again. Ever.
Cross my little LOLcat heart.