A few weeks ago on one of the Saturdays when Mike was working, we were in the House playing. Ellis was napping and Tessa was really quiet all of the sudden. I was in the Kitchen and noticed the Hall closet door was slightly cracked. In addition to coats and grocery bags, we keep the dog and cat food in there. Tessa was in the den chewing on something, she has a taste for dog food, so I knew she had gotten into it. So I very sternly told her "Tessa, you do NOT eat dog food, it's yucky!" to which she very angrily replied "It's NOT dog food. It's CAT food!"
I give up.
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