I was cleaning up the kitchen while Bentley poked around in the fridge, when suddenly Camille burst upon us. She stopped in front of Bentley, put on her most charming smile and asked, "Um, how you doing, Bentley?" and then, while he looked at her in confusion, waved her arms in front of his face and yelled, "Distract! Distract!"
Bentley was dumbfounded.
I suggested he go check on what his little brothers were doing in his bedroom.
Sure enough, they were looting it, hoping to steal his rubber chicken. They'd told Camille to go and distract Bentley.
Mission NOT accomplished.
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