Some Rufus Antics

Last night I was sitting in the living room, working on the laptop, and Rufus was being a real pest. He just hates it when he doesn’t have my undivided attention. Finally, I whispered, “Where’s Y’daddy? Go find Y’daddy!! So he obediently went up the stairs in a search for something to do.

The next thing I hear is “Oh, no!! Not again!! (I could interpret those words several ways so had no real clue) But, here came Rufus, flying down the stairs with Y’daddy’s underwear in his mouth, dancing around and daring me (no, begging me) to try to take it away. I just ignored him, but Y’daddy yelled down the steps for me to try to get his dirty clothes back. (What the little boy loves to do is to sneak quietly into Y’daddy’s room and if the closet door has been left open, it’s open season – dirty clothes, shoes, you name it -- it’s fair game.) The quickest way to retrieve anything is to wait a few minutes, he goes on to something else, and I can then pick it up. The solution to this particular problem is obvious to me, but far be it from me to suggest it – I enjoy the show too much.