Wednesday, January 11, 2012

denial of rudeness

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?"
"What noise?'
"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.

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