The mark of a dirty boy!

Ronnie could make me rich, I swear. If I had a dollar for every cute comment he made, I would be rich, not to mention his wit, he's a pretty quick thinker. The other day Ronnie had been playing outside, and if you know anything about my yard, you know that means he was playing in the dirt, 'cause there isn't much else to play in. He likes to be really sneaky when he's been playing outside because he knows he's not aloud in the house until mom has inspected him, other wise the floor and furniture would be covered in dirt. I walked in the kitchen, and there on the floor, was the mark of one sneaky dirty boy...the most perfect little dirt footprint I have ever seen. Unfortunately, it didn't photograph very well. So, after taking photos of my evidence, I called him over to the house. "Ronnie, some one has been in the house,do you know who might have been ?" Looking up to the sky and strategically placing his finger to his chin, he ponders for a moment. "A monster?" "No, I don't believe so, I think it was you!" Grinning from ear to ear, "How'd you know?" "Because you left dirty little foot prints all over the floor." Now, looking quite puzzled, "But mom, I didn't think I had hoof prints!" Yes, I wrote hoof. He has always called foot prints "hoof prints". Gotta love kids!