Chocolate cupcake crumbs and white icing as well as pink and yellow Play-Doh (or is that Play-D’OH!) are now crushed happily into the carpet. (Yes, you CAN eat off my carpet. Please do so. Immediately.)
I need to stop in at the local liquor store and explain why they really need to deliver. Perhaps I’ll bring pictures to bolster my plea. Meanwhile, I’ll explain patiently that tea parties for imaginary friends are best held in the kitchen. Oh, my bad. Apparently the tea party was held in the kitchen, and a certain someone or something unknown tracked the party crumbs into other areas of the house. Curse you, messy bad people! Or maybe it was Minnie Mouse.
Now, back to denying that my name is “MeeMaw”, and claiming to be a personage named “Fred”.