Under the bed

Pooh got a new Lyla doll today.

This morning Lyla and I were in the spare bedroom, where we keep 83% of her toys. I was highly engaged in her activities but also drinking coffee and reading a magazine. Suddenly I heard a muffled "Hep. Hep." Oops: she was stuck under the bed.

I grabbed a foot and pulled her out. "What are you doing?" I said.

"Bah."

She pointed under the bed. I looked and saw a ball that had lured her there in the first place. It was unreachable without a broomstick, so I pondered sending her after it again like a human fishing pole.

"BAH!"

But instead I distracted her with yogurt.

"Yeh-ga!"

"Yes, yogurt."

"Bah."

"No, the ball is under the bed."

"Beh."

"That's right, the bed."

"Yeh-ga!"

"Yogurt!"

I love Saturdays.