
“I’m tired of playing with Chicken Licken,’ Twiggy.”
“Don’t see why it’s only been an hour.”

“I suspect a little dark sarcasm in the classroom.”
“Maybe just a little. Come on down and get another toy.”

“I’m going to do Hot Dog. What about you?”
“I have a hold of Coco/DoughDough.”

You going to play with that, or do you want to try and take Hot Dog away?”
“Since the day is young, I’m going to stay with Coco/DoughDough.”

“Okay then. You don’t know what you are missing.”
“Oh, I think I do. Several minutes of running around followed by lying flat on the floor to get cool.”

“It’s not my fault you can’t catch me. Panthers are very quick.”
“So are pumas, but this one has a few years on ya.”

“Ha ha ha. Great excuse…….Oh no. There goes Hot Dog into the river.”
“You should never talk with your mouth full.”

‘What should I do?
“For heaven’s sake. Just go down the stairs and get it.”

“It’s an emergency. I have to dive for it.”
“Nooo. Don’t jump. Mom will kill you.”

“Ah, saved Hot Dog from a watery grave.”
“Who’s going to save you from the same fate?”

“It was one of those ask for forgiveness and not permission moments.”
“I don’t think Mom saw you, so I think you got away with it.”
“So all’s well that ends well.”
“This time. You’d better stop that couch jumping, or you’ll end up in the ER.”
“Yes, Boss.”




















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