that stupid toy

My nephew came by for a visit this afternoon. His speech has gotten so much better since the last two weeks, I was actually able to have a conversation with him. Granted, it was only about my kitties, but I was able to understand him. My kitties are less than thrilled with him, but so far just cut and run and not try and fight.

And he now calls the dog by the name we used to use. A few months ago, nephew started to call him "Doofa," and it kinda stuck. So we all started to call him "Doofa". BTW: No feelings are harmed - the dog can only hear the smoke detector go off.

Other than his fascination with cats, he's a boy through and through. He likes to take things apart and hit things. So my sister wants to find him something for an Easter present, and we're going to try and find it.

It's an inflatable punching bag that rights itself after you hit it. I have no idea what it's really called. I just remember we had one growing up. I think a clown was painted on it. Perhaps that is part of the reason why I am afraid of clowns (you hit it, and it just keeps coming up on its own).

Wish me luck.