So I dash up to Dad's for just a few minutes. When I get back, Ruby greets me at the door with the empty peanut butter jar in her mouth. I take it away, survey wreckage in the kitchen (could've been much worse), and begin to deliver the standard scolding, "You know better than that!"
Sure, she's shame-faced .. but somehow she has a feather from my down jacket stuck on her nose, and it flutters every time she takes a breath. It's all I can do to remain stern, trying not to burst out laughing.
It was what my grandma would have called a ticklish situation.
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