I hung this framed poster at the end of the upstairs hallway about a week or so ago. The other morning Ernie was found napping underneath it. This is not one of Ernie’s usual napping spots.
Art imitating life? Life imitating art? Or maybe Ernie can read French?
I apologize for the quality of the photo. It was taken early morning by the “dad-guy” and the lighting wasn’t very good. You’ll never find me up that early!