Although Betsy is the de-facto “destructo-bun” around here, sometimes even I like to get in on the destruction action.
Yesterday I was helping Betsy do some work on the bigger of the two boxes dad added to our area. But then dad had to come along and spoil it by peeking in on me. It’s hard to work when someone’s watching, you know!
“I know the sound of that beep…”
Of course dad couln’t resist taking pictures of me, too. Ugh, dad, what is this, a performance review? C’mon.
“C’mon, dad, go away! It’s creepy working with you standing over me like that!”
Eventually I stared dad down and he left me in peace, but I wasn’t in the mood to chew anymore, which was a bummer. Betsy picked up where I left off, though.
Maybe I need to work on chewing quieter so dad doesn’t hear and come out to investigate. He’s so nosy!