This morning, while preparing to "build a doghouse" from couch cushions and blankets a disgusting melted stick of candy cane was discovered adhering one cushion to the couch.
Attempting to be an enlightened, modern parent and not jump to (obvious) conclusions, I made a generalized comment about how eating candy on the couch isn't a good idea.
"But Dada, I didn't do it!" declared Fuss.
"Well, who did then?"
He paused for a bare moment.
"Maybe it was a wily raccoon that snuck in while we were asleep!"
As good a theory as any, I guess.
2 comments:
Bonus points for use of the word "wily."
he's fond of taking things up a level or two.
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