Possessive

The baby, who had been resting in the crack of where the sofa cushions met, ran to her pillow when she saw me shifting my eyes towards her bone. Upon arriving at the pillow the baby plopped herself down, placed her paws over said bone, and gave me an oh-so-innocent look as if to say, "what bone?"



Now that the danger has passed, what's the baby up to? She's back on the sofa; ensconced in the crack.