Ahhhh...my sweet, sweet Kitty Kat. (Or Bruce's sweet Kitty Kat but being that what's his is mine and what's mine is mine, er, I mean his, I figure I can use his pet name for you.)
I am...
FULLY.
CAUGHT.
UP.
First, thanks for the shout out:
I remember when the intro video started and all I could think of was Tink. Except nobody in my crowd was whispering about who the narrator was.
Who's Puddy? It's Kronk all the way, baby.
Second, I know in our own conversations we've discussed the probability of your visiting the World again at Christmas time, but add to the list of "Trips to the World TK and Tink MUST Take Together" (Carp. Enough T's for ya?):
*Weekend Trip to See the Osborne Lights
Third, girl, thank you for getting your food, er, ART on. I'm hungry.
And finally, I'm really looking forward to the conclusion of the Chefs de France chapter. First, to see your food and second, to see if, as a pirate, anyone ended up screaming, "Man overboard!"
Now, I know your son.
I've eaten with your son.
TWICE.
And I can vouch for TK when she says he's a normal boy of almost four, doing normal boy things, at a normal boy volume. Those other diners should be thankful Auntie Tink was not there. Disney Dining is not only for adults. I mean it's not like you were sitting at the Chef's Table at Victoria & Albert's for carp's sake. So those dirty looks you were getting? Mhmm. Auntie Tink's dirty looks have been known to make a cactus wither.
BRING IT.
Looking forward to more, babe. Sunday perhaps?