Yesterday morning while I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth Keaton walked in and said, "Mom, the truck was stuck in the pillow so I took some scissors and I cut it out."
"What? You did what? What did you cut?"
"The pillow. On the couch. The truck, it was stuck in those things. So I just cut....I cut'em off." He was kind of flapping his hands around like, you know, no big deal.
And then I remembered, the little matchbox truck, it was all tangled up in the fringes of the pillow. I had meant to grab a pair of scissors and do the same. "Oh yeah, Nolan's dump truck. Yeah, I saw that...okay...you didn't...hurt the pillow, right?"
"No. I just...little cuts.. snipped it off." And then he held up his hand to emphasize just how serious he was, "Mom, I have just HAD IT with those pillows, everything keeps getting stuck in them."