Contrary to how it looks, Squeaker was not being put to work cleaning the deck. It just worked out that way.
While the Daddy person was away this weekend Squeaker was busy testing Aunt Brite's patience. This exercise culminated in much disciplinary action and a revelation. Last night after bath time she did everything she could come up with to keep Brite from drying her hair. She held her trusty friend blankie over her head, her books, she fled the bathroom. Finally Brite asked Squeaker, "What am I trying to do?" The answer she was expecting was the obvious one, "Dry my hair."
The answer she got was "You are trying to control me."
The Daddy person for one is happy Brite got that answer. My mouth is still flapping like a fish out of water searching for a good response...
