The other morning, mommy woke up to me, with daddy's duck call around my neck. I was honking as loud as I possibly could. Mommy lumbered down the hall, and the dialogue that ensued went something like this...
"What are you doing, B?" Mommy asked with sleepy eyes.
"Going hunting." I replied matter of factly.
"Oh, really? When?"
I thought really hard, and glanced at my (invisible) watch, "Oh, about five o'clock." Then, I proceeded to HONK HONK HONK down the hall into my room.
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i think this may be the best story yet! i am still giggling....
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