Dad says we’re messy eaters.
I don’t know what he’s talking about. Looks perfectly fine to me. After all, how else are we supposed to pick the good bits of hay out without scattering a bit of the other stuff around?
In response to dad’s comment, we gave him a double-dose of disapproval.
After that, he had to go lie down. Disapproval accomplished!
-Gus
Betsy, your disapproval burned my fingers on the keyboard. And Gus, I can hear you snore.
powerful disapproval there and no you’re not at all messy….
Withering Betsy, absolutely, bone chilling withering, has you dad been able to get out of bed yet?
We don’t see messy eating … we dn’t see eating at all!
Gus .. wake up, Gus, Gus …. GUS!!! Wake up, there is disapproving to be done!
Poor Dad.. it must be so hard to recover from such an intense disapproval attack!