Humm..What is behind this door?

Mercer Anne quietly slips out of the room during Nana and Grandpa Rutherford's visit. She found Nana's fuzzy slippers...MA mentioned to me when I found her that she didn't think Nana would mind if she "borrowed" them. Sounds like she has a penchant for shoes...I guess she takes after her Momma after all!

Woodson heard us chatting about the fuzzy slippers and came to find us. He thinks to himself: "Hummm...they must be behind this here door. Ohhh, I love the Squeaky noise it makes when I open and close it multiple times. I could do this all day long." Squeak, squeak. Squeak, squeak.

"Wait, who is coming? Is that you Mercer Anne? What were you doing behind the closed door? You know we are not allowed to play with the doors closed."

MA: "Don't worry Woodson, Mom is in here with me. We were just chatting about Nana's fuzzy slippers. I think I am going to go back in and try them on again. You wanna come with? They are also very tasty to chew on. They might feel good on your fangs."