Shane's at the age where he hears only what he wants to hear and it's never what you want him to hear.
Max was walking around Shane with her tail in the upright, announcing-her-presence position. She was a little too relaxed for being in a toddler's reach.
Max turned her back to Shane, perhaps expecting one of her humans to pet her.
Shane reached out one of his hands, but it wasn't to pet. He had noticed a less furry spot that piqued his interest. My son extended his index finger and moved in.
I barely pulled him away in time.
"No touch kitty butt! YUCK!" I said.
Max kept twirling around, oblivious to the discomfort that had almost been.
"Kitty butt? Kitty BUTT!" Shane laughed and pointed. "KITTY BUTT?"
Another pair of words to add to Shane's vocabulary.
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