This morning, still in the single digit hours, Henrietta shows up and says...
Hey, guys. Guys! Look what I brought. It's my stuffed squirrel. Do you see it? It's right here, on your eyeball. Look! Look! Will you throw it for me, please? Here it is! Right here. Let's play!
Listen, I don't want to freak you guys out, but down at the end of the bed, under the sheets? Something is moving. I'll get it for you, though. POW! ( Read more... )
Listen, I don't want to freak you guys out, but down at the end of the bed, under the sheets? Something is moving. I'll get it for you, though. POW! ( Read more... )
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