I consider this the first (short) installment of what is sure to be a long list of things Simon says in public that could cause embarrassment to his parents.
Today’s was pretty benign. We were at Cherokee Park enjoying our second outdoor venture of the day when someone walking a chihuahua passed us. Simon took one look at the tiny, short-haired dog and declared:
That is a tiny cat.
I happen to think chihuahuas are sweet, but compared to the giant huskies, labs, and German shepherds passing us by, I could understand—and giggle at—Simon’s misidentification.