Last night I had a great plan. When Mom wasn't looking, I took my new green squeaky ball and buried it in the covers on the bed. That way, I could sneak it into the bed so I could play with it at night. Mom said my new ball wasn't allowed in the bed, so I knew I had to be sneaky.
But I guess I didn't bury it quite good enough. I tried to give Mom my best "who, me?" look.
But she totally busted me. Sadly, the green squeaky ball was evicted from the bed. Poor ball.
I gotta come up with a new plan...