Last night as I sat at the laptop typing an email I looked up to see my precious Ebby walking toward me with one of Daddy's feather pillows in tow. If only I had had the camera at that very moment! He was carrying it so that the rip across the middle of the pillow and all of the remaining feathers inside were visible. The rest were making a trail down the hall and into the bedroom. When I finally found the courage to take a look, I found our bed as well as the floor surrounding it (all three sides) looking as if a snowstorm had hit. I suppose when you nurse on a feather pillow but you have big boy teeth, something like this is bound to happen.....
So comfy in his feather bed...
Sneezy!
You better clean this up, Eb/No!
"I just know its leaving slimey yuckiness on my rug...."
"I'm watching you...." 
"Can we eat it!?!"
