My current library book was on our bed yesterday. As soon as I plopped Chloe down on the bed, she lunged forward, used her amazing little pincer grasp and yanked my bookmark out of the book. Then she held it up, like the prize it was, and shot me her cutest dimpled grin. I tried to get the bookmark back from her, so I could put it back before I forgot where I was, but she had her white-knuckled grip on it. As soon as I took her out to the kitchen, and she had a chance to show dad what she’d done, she let go.
What a punk!!