It was all very funny - at first. It was almost noon so I decided it was time to finally make my bed. Ava was enlisted as maid's helper. I threw her over my shoulder and unceremoniously dumped her in the middle of the heap of blankets and pillows. There ensued a little tickling, some sneaky burrowing, a bit of foot grabbing, and some crazy jumping. Still lots of fun. Then, the poor little maid's helper jumped and slipped into the space between the mattress and the footboard. Zwoop! Whoa! Where'd she go?! We were all still laughing. "Ha ha, Grammy, look what happened to me. I'm disappearing. Now you can't get my feet. Neener, neener, neeeeeener! You can't get me." Lots of laughs and fun. Then, "Hey, your bed is getting me too much stuck. I can't get out. Get me out out of here." By then, Uncle Davis and even Maisie, were in on the fun. We kept laughing. We all still thought it was very funny. But, apparently, it was not. Look at this poor little maid's helper. The face says it all. Sorry little maid. Uncle Davis lifted her out and we had to pay her off with an extra big "tip." She got a bowl of strawberries and grapes. Not a bad tip considering we never did make the bed!
