There was a loud crack as the table chose that moment to give up. Fortunately, my arms were still holding Oscar. Lifting him away, we silently stared at the broken front leg. “It died for a worthy cause,” Oscar intoned in a serious voice. “We’ll give it the burial it deserves.” We both stared at each other before we burst out laughing. We didn’t stop as I carried him into our bedroom and dropped him on the bed. After locating a washcloth, I rinsed it under warm water and used it to clean Oscar up, peppering him with tender kisses as I went.
my face hurts from smiling
