I'm a thief.
My object of desire is anything in the closet. Mom asks that you excuse the mess...although THIS is organized ;)
I start out by looking adorable and then start prancing. They THINK I'm excited for a walk. But I know that when daddy puts his magic shoes on - he's busy. Off to the closet to see what I can get.
Today it's Penn State hats.
THEN my name changes to 'THIEF'!