So Harry Houdini was at it again. I came home for lunch and he was naked! When I spoke to my husband in the afternoon, he said Zilla's one sleeve had come undone and he'd fixed it before he went to work. So I don't think we can leave him with the shirt on unless we're around. When I picked the shirt up one of the safety pins was undone. This is one of those times where I wish I had a sewing machine. I can handstitch the sleeves up, but I'm afraid it won't be strong enough. He did let me look at the growth though. It's now round and the size of a quarter dollar.
It's time for Zilla to herd me into the bedroom. Night, night.