Right now there is a robot in my kitchen having a family reunion with the appliances, "Hello cousin," he says to my stove, "I haven't seen you since the factory." He proceeds to hug the refrigerator.
There is a cougar licking the robot's foot, who just "stepped in some meat." "That tickles." says the robot.
Earlier this same cougar having finished his cold cereal, begins growling and chomping from the living room. "Mom," he says, "The cougar is eating a deer. It is a cherry pie dessert for the cougar." "Now the cougar needs a wash, there is blood on him from the deer."
I never really imagined motherhood like this.
What I'm really hoping this Sunday morning, is that robots and cougars sit reverently on church pews. I have already been warned though, "Mom, cougars shouldn't go to church, they are to dangerous." Maybe I should go back to bed instead.