Last night, Mom started taking up a collection as she walked around the house. "What was she collecting?" you may ask. Here you go:
Yep. That's stuffing from stuffies. She found little pieces all, all, all over the place and decided to put the little pieces into a pile. I have NO idea where all those pieces came from, but I had to check out the collection, of course.
And then I went and found a squeaky toy and played with it while sitting in the stuffy pile.
Mom had the nerve to suggest that I was responsible for the stuffy mess. She said that I was the one who plucked holes in the stuffies...de-stuffed them...and then left the little pieces all over. The nerve of her!
I decided that I was NOT going to sit in that stuffy pile and be blamed for creating the mess. I took my squeaky and walked away.
This is the face of innocence, I tell you.
If you don't believe me, just send me more stuffies and I'll prove it to you. He he he...