Yesterday Lillian came out of her bedroom and announced that she put Cliffy to bed for a nap. I said, “Wow! How’d you do that?”
“I laid down with him in his bed and we ate potato chips.”
“You did what?” I exclaimed.
“Relax!” she said, trying to calm me with her expressive hands. “The chips went in his belly, not his bed.” Then she reassured me, “It’s not like his bed is all chippy or something.”