It was a beautiful day yesterday, so Peanut got to play outside, fake butter knife in tow.
Of course, her comes Ace running with his favorite stick for her to throw.
He dropped it right in front of her and that’s when I captured this:
My two interpretations:
1. “I dub thee, Knight. Rise, Sir Acelot.”
2. “Paws off, Mr! I will cut you.”
See, it’s very subjective.
And I laugh as I fantasize about this same reaction 15 years from now towards some unsuspecting boy.
Peanut, you can thank Momma later for those well-placed butter knives.