Henry had a rough day, and went to bed early tonight.
While he slept, Willa, Jim, and I played Chinese checkers on the living room floor. The sweet and cozy moment was interrupted by an unpleasant noise.
"Willa, what was that?"
"You didn't hear that?"
"Oh, that? I think that Arlo or Greta must have unzipped my backpack, and then zipped it back up."
"Your dogs. Who have no thumbs?"
"Uh... I think they used their mouths."
"And they reached your backpack from across the room without us seeing?"
Sigh, "what? I didn't fart?" giggle giggle.