With one dummy in each hand and one in his mouth, Benny’s sitting in his bed at 5:17 am, shouting for a dummy. I’m confused by his demands.
I guess he could fit two dummies in his mouth, but what’s the point? He’s not sure either.
…writing down random stuff my kids say.
With one dummy in each hand and one in his mouth, Benny’s sitting in his bed at 5:17 am, shouting for a dummy. I’m confused by his demands.
I guess he could fit two dummies in his mouth, but what’s the point? He’s not sure either.