Look what I found in Mom's closet!

A couple months ago Mom decided to suck it up and leave me uncrated for a few minutes while she was gone. She was all prepared to come home to massive destruction. Unfortunately she locked Turdley Tucker behind a closed door so I could not eat him while she was gone. *sigh* I fooled her and didn't bother a thing.  So now I can be left foot loose and fancy free while she makes short trips.

Today she went to the grocery, usually the vampire goes at night when I am already really sleepy , but today she decided to risk going up in flames and went in full daylight. She did come home in one piece, possibly due to the overcast rainy sky. Anyway, while she was gone I went exploring and hit pay dirt. You can't blame me. If you leave a closet door open I just might feel the need to see what is in there. I'm just sayin'. I approached that closet with some degree of trepidation, if you saw my Mom's closet you would understand my need for caution. I nosed around for a while, checked out all the shoes and a few boxes. I was amazed at the mountain of blankets and pillows at one end of the walk-in. Then I saw it, at the very top of that 4 ft stack of blankets. It was a wonder to see and I knew I had to own it. Sure someone else might have loved it before me, most likely My Boy, but it was going to be MINE now. So I climbed that mountain, all by myself, very carefully and grabbed it. I then climbed back down that mountain, I was so good at mountain climbing I didn't even knock them all over. Mom is still trying to figure out how I accomplished this feat with no help at all. I'm not going to tell her. A girl has to keep some mystery about herself to keep things interesting. I took my new treasure back to my playroom and jumped up on the bed with it. I was so engrossed in my new treasure I didn't even hear My Boy come in. This is what he found, of course he snitched and took pictures to show Mom:

 

I have my very own car!

 

Checking out the tires....

 

This is what I imagine I will look like riding around in my new car, windows down, the wind blowing my ears... 

Mom comes home and the boy shows her the pictures. She takes my car away explaining it was My Boys when he was little and she was going to keep it for him when he gets older.

 

So I try pouting....

 

I try ignoring her....she holds firm....

 

Thinking the game is over and she is winning I resort to the stank eye....

My Boy says to let me have it (he is a sucker for the stank eye) because he can't envision a time in his grown up life where that pillow will have any meaning to him or useful purpose and he has already forgotten where it came from or why he even liked it in the first place.  He tells her that kids don't really give a crap about those sentimental things from their childhood and if she keeps it she needs to be prepared to keep it for life because he is NOT taking it with him if he ever when he moves out. So my Mom did the most wondrous thing and gave it back to me! She may require therapy for this in the future when it finally dawns on her that she actually let go of something from one of her howler monkey's children's past, but for today I won and have my beautiful new car.

 

Back window looks fine....

 

May need some air in that back tire before I hit the open road but the headlights check out OK....

Now there is something that is bothering me, maybe you can help. Mom says I am being to vain and it's really not about me all the time but....well....it worries me.

 

 

Do you think I need braces?