Behind the Scenes

Sometimes there’s another whole story behind what they think they’re telling you…

Arthur is admiring a flower in my front yard.

“Mary, may I sniff your plant?”

“Well, of course you can, sweetie.”

He positions himself carefully, leans over, closes his eye, and takes a deep and audible snort. Straightens and smiles, very pleased with his little self.

“There. I didn’t eat it. I just sniffed it.”