So the Ball and Chain wants to kill me over this one. The wife comes out of the bedroom and goes where is Nuts? I says how the hell I am supose to know you are his mother, and women should keep track of the kids. (pushin my luck a little) Just then I hear him behind my chair. The little chit, belly crawled through the center of the coffee table and found my chew and sat back there and nawed a hole in the bag. I pick him up and hes got chew all stuck up in his teeth! Momma freaks out calls poison control to see if'n we should bring him in to the ER or not. So the whole time she is on the phone Big Sis are takin some pics. Needless to say he's gunna be alright. I just need to teach him how to get a good pack on that chit cuz what he ws doin sure wasn't workin!
