Little T wasn’t himself this morning.
All he wanted to do was make mischief.
When I asked him to say “momma”, he gave me a great big roar instead.
When I asked him what he wanted to eat, he said “blocks and snails and puppy dog tails”. 0_o
He chased the cats all over the house.
And stomped on top of the city that Big T built.
I finally pulled him aside and said, “Hey Little T, what’s with the attitude?”
“Isn’t this the way you’re supposed to act on Halloween?” He asked. I had to explain that we had a while before Halloween.
“OOOOohhhhhhhhhh,” he replied.
He felt really silly.
“Don’t feel bad,” I said. “Something tells me that Miss Piggy didn’t get the memo, either.”