While tucking my youngest into bed late last night before retiring myself, I noticed that her pillow smelled oddly of dog food. "Perhaps the dog was laying up here with her?" I questioned silently. Scooping her up in my arms for one last hug and kiss, I felt dog food under her back. I followed the trail up and underneath her pillow I found some hair bands, hairbrush, comb, a book, some assorted Halloween trinkets and a tidy pile of dog food about the size of a small coffee cup. Rather than wake her up and clean it, I shrugged and laid her back down, soundly, to slumber the rest of the evening on her secret stash. In the morning I asked her about her treasures.
"Baby why do you have dog food under your pillow?"
"In case the doggies get hungry in the middle of the night." she said.
"Well baby I lock them in the bathroom at night where they sleep."
"No you didn't!" she exclaimed.
"Sweety, they are still locked in there." I said as I pointed to the door.
Realizing I had her in checkmate, she smiled and questioned "I love you daddy?"
"I love you too, Lydi-girl."
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