I think my youngest grand has a future in politics. I came into the living room to discover a medium sized box. Inside was a My Pillow Bible verse pillow (they're smaller than the regular ones). Thinking about the cat hair on it, when she went to put it back in her bed, and sleep on it, I asked her about it. "Don't you sleep on your little pillow, I asked?" Yes grandma, I do, was her reply. "Well, do you think getting cat hair on it, might cause you to have a stuffed up nose when you go to sleep on it, I asked?" "Oh, it will be ok." "That's not MY pillow." "It's my sister's pillow." She's mighty generous with other people's things.
