Dad: Misty, what are you doing in your crate? What are you staring at? And why do you have one of Mom's socks?
Well, actually, Dad - this is a sock that has a hole in it, and Mom put it in our toy box for us.
Dad: Oh, I don't think Timber wants that old sock, Misty. I think you are safe with your sock.
Maybe you are right, Dad - Timber looks like he might be going to sleep. So I think I will do the same.
ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz . .
Heh heh, guess I tricked her:)
Woos - Timber and Misty (and Dad)