Cabin fever

Patient, long-suffering Molly; if she was wondering what I was doing, she didn't let it show.

I think I've been in the kitchen, with dog and fridge magnets in too-close proximity, for too long.

This reminds me that when we were having lunch yesterday, Mo said to the boys "if you don't want your meatballs, just give them to the dog. Or your dad." Nice to know your place in the pecking order.