Yesterday I was outside working in the back yard when I heard Scout barking. Fearing that some kind of dominance struggle that needed my intervention was taking place (to my paranoid mind, every interaction between Scout and Digory is now fraught with undertones of dominance and needs close supervision), I ran around the corner to find that ...
... Digory, having lost track of me and become bored, had found a box of Kleenex and dragged it outside. He looked up guiltily, with a mouth full of Kleenex and with a crushed box and shredded bits of tissue around his feet. Scout was standing on the porch, looking at him and barking even louder now that I'd come on the scene -- "See? I told you that you were going to get it!"
Daaaaaad, come quick -- Digory's being baaaaaaad!
Our little tattletale!
Posted by Kevin at February 6, 2005 04:39 PM