I was grabbing some cookies from the kitchen and my dad commented that he'd let Chili have some of the Salmon he was eating, and I looked over to see Emma with her own little plate of the stuff. I was going to comment, but he quickly said, "oops, I mean Emma."
To that I told him how amazing I think it is that after nearly three years with the little furries he can hardly remember their names, much less their gender.
His reply?
"At least I know the big one isn't a cat!"
I nearly choked on my cookie.