Fat Phil
First, I have to explain why our dog has two names. His given name is Theo, but when Cade was little, his version of ‘Theo’ was indistinguishable from his version of ‘Phil’. He said, “Feow” for both. So, we began using the two names interchangeably. But Theo and Phil are one and the same dog.
That said, Theo is getting really fat. My husband, who likes to make up silly rhymes about such things, (which he delivers in a semi-rap style), affectionately created the following poem/rap/rhyme in honor of our portly hound:
He’s fat Phil
Can’t get up the hill
‘Cause he’s fat Phil
He’s fat Phil
He’s fat Phil
Garbage is his thrill
He’s fat Phil
He’s fat Phil
The boys, of course, think this is hilarious, and sing/say it constantly. They sing/say it so often that I don’t really hear it anymore. It just blends into the background noise like the whir of the dryer. In fact, the rap has outlasted Cade’s lisp. (He can now say both Theo and Phil perfectly!)
Recently, I was getting my hair cut and Cade was chattering away in the background. Our hairdresser, Missy, is the sweetest, kindest person ever, not to mention great at making our family look good (or at least better!).
About halfway into my haircut, Missy asked, somewhat hesitantly, “Ummm… Who’s Phil?”