Really? Flik has been asking me for days to see what's in the shredder bin. Of course, I have said, "No."
I leave for 30 minutes and not only do Daddy & Flik look at the shredder bin, but they've put all of the little scraps into the toy wheelbarrow. Oh yes, this definitely seems like it's not going to turn into a huge mess. I go find Daddy.
Mommy: Really?
Daddy: What?
Well, this clearly explains why Daddy is the favorite. Daddy is obviously much more fun than Mommy.
Whatever. Because I do have something else going for me. A few hours later, Daddy and I were in the kitchen. Flik was playing quietly in the other room. Daddy walked out of the kitchen and I hear:
Daddy: What are you doing?
Flik: I'm making a path.
Here's a small sampling of "the path":
It snaked through several rooms.
In conclusion: Daddy may be cooler, but Mommy is always right.
