Dear Mr. Cranky Pants,
What have you done with my happy Jamesy? Please return him to me at once. He was here earlier this morning, but as soon as his Daddy left, you appeared in his place. You want to be held, and then you say "down!" You are hungry, but then push your Cheerios off of the plate. You are thirsty, and then you throw your milk on the floor. You are so unhappy that you run away from me, and then you trip and bump your knee and cry some more. Please Mr. Cranky Pants, bring me back my smiley boy. I miss him!
James' Mommy
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poor little guy.
POOR MAMA!!!
I got him over here with me...and you can't have him back.
nice, Gini. "I got.." I mean I've got.......
Ahhh...something to look forward to... =)
I feel ya, as I type this very comment Ellie is screaming at the top of her lungs at Maggie and I sit here and pretend I can't hear a thing...
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