I came home from the gym this morning to find Max on the living room floor.
Clearly he was engaged in some sort of investigation. (They’ve been walking around with magnifying glasses lately – mostly because they’ve discovered that they can make little fires outside. But that’s a story for another day.)
Doesn’t he look deep in thought?
“So, Max. What are you doing?”
“I’m checking this hairball to see who did it,” says Max.
“Well, who did?”
“Come here, Mom. I’ll show you. See the white hairs? It must have been Joe.”