Erin was thinking hard about our cat, Puck.
“Puck not have any hands! Puck have toes like Erin! Puck is sleeping! Puck gonna eat the cheep cheep!” (Editor’s Note: I told her that the cricket she could hear was in the closet and that she didn’t have to worry about it because if he ever came out Puck was probably going to eat him. She announced to Emily afterwards that the cricket she could hear was going to eat Puck. Good luck, cricket. That cat is 25 lbs.)