Our Kids Have Turned Into Animals

Lately, the kids are animals.  They might be penguins, elk, deer, cats, chickens, dinosaurs, tigers, etc.  You can’t refer to them by their name, you must refer to them as little ____ (fill in the blank with the appropriate animal name).  So, if you were a fly on the wall in our house, you would hear Zach and I say things like, “Come here little puppy and put on your coat,” or, “Here little kitty and eat your kitty food.”  Ugh.  That’s only half the issue.  During those times, we are no longer Mom and Dad.  We are Big _____ (filling in the blank with the respective animal).  So, you might hear Brooks ask for milk, and once you acknowledge the request, he would respond with, “Thanks Big Penguin.”  I haven’t really cared about what animal they are for the day, but last Saturday, they were little cows.  Do you know what my name was?  It wasn’t just Big Cow, but rather I was Big Huge Cow.  Thanks Brooks and Adlyn, you really made me feel wonderful!