A brief look at our afternoon avec dog

Jonah has taken to calling Cleo "Otis."

ymJ: No Otis!
Cleo: [Rhaggy?]
ymJ: Otis bad girl!
Cleo: [frmarff...rericious butter!]
ymJ: Mama, where's Otis?
Mama: Otis is in the big city chewing up his daddy's hatchback, sweetheart.
ymJ: Otis not here?
Mama: No, Otis is not here.
ymJ: Otis eat poopoo!
Mama: Otis no! I mean, Cleo!

Otis - I mean Cleo, is here. We are here. But Otis, is not here.