Bella, you look marvelous, darling. And not to worry your blond locks, Mom can't stay miffed at the *most beautious* one for long.

Tucker prefers his kleenex with some petroleum jelly and removed make-up on them. And heaven forbid that anyone should try to rip the prize from his mouth. His jaws tighten into locked position from which neither Mom or Dad dare try to extract. I really should know better than deposit these things into any other waste basket than the covered one in the kitchen.