"It's a Neow!"

When you're 17 months old, it makes perfect sense that the cat food cans belong in the middle of the kitchen floor and not in the lazy susan. It's the adults in the house that continue to trip over and stub their toes on said cat food cans that are apparently being unreasonable about the whole issue.

Zoe has decided that pulling the cans out and stacking them and placing them strategically around the kitchen is a very fun past time. She studies the label on each one as she pulls them out, and when she recognizes the picture of a cat, she beams and proudly announces "It's a neow!" Neow is her word for cat since she hasn't figured out that it's really an "m" and not an "n" that begins the word. She then requires your acknowledgement and praise of her discovery or she will run about the house chasing you with the can and squealing "It's a neow! It's a neow!" until you do.

As I write this, there are 6 or 8 cans of cat food lined up in the middle of the kitchen floor. This is because it makes sense to a 17 month old, and that's where she likes them. It doesn't matter how many times I put them back in the cabinet where I feel they should belong. They will simply make their way back across the room in-bewteen squeals of "It's a neow!" The cans may as well stay where the 17 month old insists they be. If you've ever tried reasoning with a 17 month old, you know it doesn't work. The adults in the house simply need to watch where they are stepping or else invest in some steel-toed boots.