The other day, I was changing sheets. I walked into the bedroom and found this:
The look on her face told me Macy thought she was in trouble. She was NOT. Instead, I curled up on the floor and told her how cute she was and what a good job she was doing holding those blankets down to let me make the bed.
The next time I entered the room, she looked like this: She owned that blanket and she knew it!