Dear Spike:
Your mother and I were chatting in the kitchen when we suddenly realized that you'd disappeared.
We checked the bathroom, the living room, the dining room and your bedroom...
... and then we heard a rustling sound coming from our room — where you had overturned your mother's jewelry box and were busy trying on her necklaces and bracelets.
Quite cute — save for the fact that you'd managed to tangle up all the chains into one of those mind-numbing Chinese sculpture puzzles.
Your mother was not happy.
I don't wear her jewelry, so I just had a nice, long schadenfreudian belly laugh.
Love,
dad
