It's got to be psychological...

I left the damned notebook by the cat's basket in the upstairs bathroom. *rolls eyes at self*

Husband shows up, shakes his finger at me with a sort of sneaky smile, and says, "You can't leave that stuff lying around, Small Boy will be able to read it soon."

Considering that I wrote it while lying on my side and my glasses on crooked and half falling asleep, it's a miracle *I* can read it, but point taken.

What I want to know is how much *he* read.

*peers at sneakily smiling Husband*