Sekhmet, you fucker.

It's not enough the cat is an evil bitch who bites the hand that feeds her and sheds with great deliberation on my knitting. Oh, no. Now she is exerting psychic control over my child AND MAKING THE KID IMITATE HER.

First the Goober started purring. She was making this exhale out through her lips and I asked her what that noise was for. She said "I'm making the happy noise, like Sekhmet does."

Fucker.

And then. THEN. Last night I turned around and saw this.

After I snapped the photo, the Goober crawled away, MEOWING.

Remember that part about the cat biting me? Yeah. Cat wants to lay on me all day, but if anyone tries to pet her, she starts nipping. Unless you're the Goober. If you're the Goober, you can DRESS HER UP.

Earlier the scarf had been tied around the cat's neck, and Sekhmet was sitting tall and proud, with her ears at a rakish angle like she thought she was Ameliea Earhart. I was afraid the cat would choke - she'd let the Goober tie that scarf on her pretty tight - so I took the scarf off before I thought to take a picture.

Fucker.

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Dinosaur camp was over today. We'd been advised to put the kids in clothes we didn't mind getting dirty today, because it was Dig Day. (I put her in 'dirty clothes' all week, because, hello, it's camp. Monday she had glue on her glasses and in her hair. As it should be.) So today all the kids dug up bones. The Goobie found a stegosaurus toe. (Well, a fiberglass cast of one; still pretty cool. I should get a photo of that.

All in all, it was a very successful week, though it would have been more fun for me if I hadn't had a low-grade migraine for most of it. We'll definitely do the camp program again, either later this summer, or if those are all booked (very likely), next summer for sure. Well-staffed, securely run, nice people, happy kids. Plus a summer camp run through a museum is pretty self-selecting; you're gonna wind up with a bunch of smart people raising smart kids who otherwise have their act together.

My friend in Hawaii had sent another care package for the Goober after I told her about the success of the dress-up Hello Kitty in the last care package. (If you don't remember, this was the care package addressed to "Julie _____ and family of zombie killers at ____".) The new care package contained more clothes for Hello Kitty. Including a bear costume that the kid INSISTS smells like strawberries. (It doesn't, because I'd have broken out in hives by now; I'm allergic.)

That's how the Goober spent the rest of the day.

I knit and did laundry.