Clara has decided that we should change Buehrle's name to Cheetah.
This means she now stands there and screams
"Cheetah! Cheetah! Cheetah! Cheetah!"
She yells this over and over and over again at Buehrle who stands there with his head cocked from one side to the other with the most confused look on his face wondering why his most favorite person sounds so damn angry all while wondering what-or-who the hell cheetah is.
I decided to divert her attention with a big old box of rice and some kitchen utensils.
Worked like a charm!
Have a great weekend!