Today Ethan and I were playing with his big box house. "Momma in there" for fun and games together, or so I thought. Wrong! No sooner was I in then Ethan slipped out the door and shut it. If I tried to come out, "No momma no" was his response. OK if I'm in prison at least I can read the new Ensign. Quickly I planned my escape, grabbed my righteous reading material and began to read. Not for long. Ethan the jailer barged in and confiscated my magazine. Quickly he returned and handed me Count With Tigger. I feel my brain cells dying. What makes it worth it though is that my jailer comes in like clock work every two minutes and gives me a great big kiss before he leaves to make his rounds.
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