Mum came home late with packages that got put away before I could check them out. Hmmm... are they for me? Is mum helping out Santy Claws?
Them mum keeps putting me out of the kitchen. She says I will get burned on what she calls peanut brittle. The only part I like is the butter. So I am keeping watch on her from the top of the big cold box.
Oh, better go, mum is starting a new batch. Time for me to see if I can be more help.