Dreaming up very bad things to do.
Biscuit wants to rest. LG wants to cuddle. LG has arms and higher level thinking, so she wins, for a few minutes. Biscuit has an attention-getting growl, and some sharp parts — teeth, claws — so then he wins. I say to LG, “Let sleeping dogs lie.” I explain what this expression means. Minutes later, Biscuit is ambivalent about whether he wants to rest or not. He’s down, but looking around, sniffing, contemplating some act of larceny, most likely. LG’s checking him out for cuddling potential.
“Mom,” she inquires, “is he lying?”
I look at him carefully. “I don’t know, LG. What’s he saying?”
What Was I Thinking? 