My little spy

A plethora of packages awaited us on our doorstep when we arrived home last night. Some of them happened to be Christmas presents from the wench to me, so she brought them into our bedroom and told me not to come in. T was helping me clean up a cats hairball in the living room and when I saw the boxes being moved back, I told T to go spy on mommy and tell me what she has. T ran off down the hall and into the bedroom and I could hear the boxes being opened. My anticipation peaked when I heard the wench ask T if he liked whatever she had pulled out. Then I heard a muffled reply from T through a pacifier stuffed mouth. My spy never returned. He had been turned against me. The wench claimed he found it, but I know that she gave T the pacifier to shut him up.