There is a burrito on the floor this morning.
It’s gray so, it might be moldy. I am a little concerned about that.
Every once in a while it makes complaining noises. It makes those noises especially loudly when I ask it if it wants oatmeal for breakfast. It makes VERY loud complaining noises if I ask it to get dressed.
It hasn’t moved in a while so, I think I am going to go over to it and try to take off its wrapper to find out what is inside.
Hmmm. This wrap is not a tortilla. It’s a blanket!
And this is not a burrito. It’s Robert!
And he’s not very happy about being unwrapped.