I'm watching you...

I see you sleeping on the leather sofa. With your untrimmed leather-distroying nails. And you know why I don't tattle to Schuyler, the authoritatian father figure that does all the 'punishing' in our house?

Because you don't tattle when I eat all his candy, even when he asks where it goes I just shrug. "I don't know honey, I'm sure you ate it while watching It's Always Sunny last week."

I like being in cahoots with you, Frank.