“It’s a bag! Mommy brought home a bag! I wonder what’s in it…is it for me, is it for me?!? It’s….clothes. For her. Oh, this shirt she purchased will never do. It needs a little jazz. Let’s redesign it!”
I ate mommy’s brand new shirt while she was sleeping. Now I have to wear her shirt – the holes are very fashionable.
Cleanliness is next to Godliness. So, I ate a whole bar of soap. Cash, the golden furry child shown above decided that his mom’s soap tastes pretty good! The nagging thirst that followed was not as pleasant.