Last week I busted Jellybean in the living room with a cracker. I scolded her, retrieved the cracker, and went back to preparing dinner.
Jellybean zoomed around in the kitchen a bit, and disappeared into the living room again.
A second later I followed for an unrelated matter, and found her - again - with a cracker in her hand. On our new chair. Our. New. Clean. UNCRACKERED chair.
I walked up to her, and in the sternest of voices, admonished her. We do NOT eat in the living room.
Wherein she sweetly replied "I wasn't going to eat it, I was just putting it in my mouth."
Yeah, and Bill didn't inhale.
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