Perchance to Dream
Doobins is welcome to stick his tongue out at me when he’s playing but sticking out his tongue when he means it is absolutely prohibited.
So, when he scowled and stuck his tongue out at me in earnest, I told him that he better run because I was coming after him. I know that looks bad in print but, if you had been there, you would know that he knew that no harm would come to him.
But, in keeping with the spirit of our altercation, run he did.
Watching him bolt was pretty amusing.
I wasn’t all that annoyed in the first place and him high-tailing it washed away just about all of the rest of the irritation. But feeling the need to make sure that he knew he wasn’t getting away with anything, I followed him to his bedroom.
In hopes of entertaining developments, Sparkle Girl followed me.
When we arrived, we found Mr. Doobins in his bed under the covers, pretending to be asleep.
“Ah, it’s Sleeping Beauty,” I said.
“More like Sleeping Moody,” Sparkle Girl said.
I laughed. Mr. Doobins smiled and opened his eyes.
Friends again.
