When Mom and I woke up the other morning, we discovered a mystery. Someone had plucked a hole in my squeaky toy and pulled the stuffing and squeaker out! The stuffie's remains were right there on the foot of the bed, on the blanket that I sleep on. How rude!
I figured that it HAD to have been Mom because it's just the two of us here. Right? So I gave her a look and said, "Was that YOU, Mom?"
She denied it, of course, and then pointed out the fact that she doesn't play with my toys.
And then, well, she got a photo of this...
She caught me red-handed. I couldn't resist the toy, and I totally blew my cover. Oops.