A funny thing happened this morning. I went in to get Petie out of his crib, so I asked Clint to start his bottle. When Petie was all changed, we walked out of his bedroom, and there was Clint, wearing a toga he'd made from a fake-fur, grey blanket. He proceeded to wear the toga until I left for the day, but he refused me permission to put a picture of him wearing it on the internet.
Today I am purging a book I read a few years ago. It was such a long book that I considered it a sort of trophy and didn't want to part with it until now, even though there is no way I am going to read it ever again.
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