Kitty Or Kiddy?

          Kitty Or Kiddy?

We have a cat that I call ‘Kitty’ all the time, and now that we have a kid, I started calling him ‘Kiddy’. So it’s Kitty and Kiddy. Sometimes they get confused so I call them Kitty K and Kiddy D. Kitty K was sprawled out along the back of the couch by my head and Kiddy D was sprawled out on the floor at my feet.

The day before Halloween, Lilly D was beside me finishing off her bottle of Pinot Grigio after The Boy had fallen asleep early on that work night. Well of course every day is a work night for me…Lilly only works five days a week. Lilly said to me, “I want another one.”

“You do, really?” She drinks very little now during the breast feeding stage, so with only one or two glasses of wine Lilly gets rather buzzed. So I was surprised to hear that she wanted to pop open a second bottle.

“You want another bottle, you know those are $20 each?”

“No, I want another Kiddy.”

I glanced at her wide eyed as my numb brain worked surprisingly quick and slurred, “Okay, we can get another Kitty.” I leaned over to pet the cat that was sleeping lazily on the back of the couch, arms dangling out in front of her and down the cushion.

“No, I want another k-i-d-d-y.” She said as my face drained to white and my buzz became lost in the silence that followed.

And that was the first time Lilly confessed to wanting another kid. In fact she wants a boy, and she wants him exactly when our first boy turns two. But we’ll get to all that later. For now I’m going to bury my head in my pillow, eat bon-bons, and cry while kissing another two years of surfing good-bye.