...it would seem the cats are playing. This is undoubtedly the work of Einstein, who opens drawers and sometimes crawls inside for a nap. Or he has become the fashion police and is editing my socks.
Probably more of Steinie's handiwork, Newt usually doesn't climb up on the dresser. I'll be seriously impressed if I ever observe his ability to close the lid on the cd player.
Being the outstanding Mom that I am, I brought Reid some Southwest Airlines mini pretzels. All blurry and stealthy, Newt doesn't really want the pretzels, he covets the crinkly packaging.
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