WHO NEEDS FOUR WALLS?
Dean's a fidget. And a sprawler. And believe me, those long limbs can sprawl!
I've had teethmarks on my seats and footprints on my roof upholstery, and we've never adequately explained how he got his head stuck under the steering column one night.
But whatever trials and tribulations those boys put me through, my overarching need is to protect them; to shield them from life's horrible realities, and I'll continue to do that without question until the day I'm towed off to the scrapyard.
Now if you'll excuse me, it's time to open the windows. Sam's just unwrapped a burrito.