Raisins

This evening, Seri and Jett were in the bath tub and as I walked to get jammies, I noticed my bedroom door was shut, which is weird. I opened it and see our little kitten, Rose, asleep by a pile of raisins on the floor. I ask, "Jett, why is there a pile of raisins on my floor?" He yells from the bathtub "I wuz twying to feed du kitties." I ask, “What would happen if Rose ate the raisins?" trying to get him to understand she could get sick. He answers, "She would turn into a waizen."

I giggle to myself and feed the raisins to the dogs.
This is my life.