I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, look at this cute little rolly ball I found. I’m gonna knock it into that hole over there. Boom!
Me: Uh, not a ball, Sweetie!
Doodlebug: It is now.
Me: That’s an egg.
Sweetie: In it goes. I win. Ew. The ball is all gooey on the inside. Don’t worry. I’ll lick it up.
MoonCat: Now that truly is an egg in a hole.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Whoa! Loud noise! Loud noise! Run around in circles!
Me: Calm down. An egg exploded. That’s all.
Sweetie: How come? Where? How dare an egg act up like that!
Me: I’m boiling some eggs and one of them blew its top. Literally. You see, there’s a little pocket of air inside the eggshell and when it heats up, it can…
Doodlebug: No explanation necessary, Lady Human. Really. No explanation.
MoonCat: Just don’t let it happen again.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Where is it? Where is it? I smell it. Wait! It was right here on the floor. Emphasis on the was.
Me: Oh, you mean the eggs. Tall Man burned some eggs he was cooking and they spilled on the floor as he was taking them to the trash.
Sweetie: Spilled eggs? Trash? Eggs never belong in the trash, even burned ones. Where are they? Nevermind. I’ll check the trash.
Doodlebug: Too late.
Sweetie: Why are you licking your lips?
Doodlebug: Well, you see, you were taking a nap and there were these burned eggs on the floor and I didn’t want anybody to slip on them and I didn’t want anybody else to be tempted by them so…problem solved. Don’t bother to thank me.
Sweetie: Oh, I won’t.
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