Tell me this doesn’t happen at your house. Chuck knows he’s supposed to be sitting on his blanket all the way across the room, not at Wadly’s feet . . . but Wadly’s watching Sunday football and not paying attention so that’s where Chuck’s little butt is parked. His little ears are pointed at me and he knows he’s in trouble . . . I can hear him mumbling “Mom, don’t notice. Mom, don’t notice.”