This morning Lynette couldn't find her toothbrush. She immediately said, 'Where have you put my toothbrush, Sasha?' I can see I am going to get blamed for everything.
Well I admit that Lynette has found the toothbrush under the bookcase in my play area, but that doesn't mean I can be blamed all the time. I have to seek out playthings to stimulate My Mind and it has a nice brushy top. Why don't I have one of my own?
It's a bean thing, dear Sasha. They blame all sorts of stuff on us. And then, when they watch a teary show on the television, the snuggle us close and treat us like a tissue. Who will ever understand them?
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