Hello. Have you seen my toes? They're very wrinkly. Iain is sitting beside me, watching Kipper, and demanding various foods. He keeps saying, "I need eat." Then, "How 'bout chocolate?" or "How 'bout app sauce?" or "Need more orange juice!"
No, dude. Dinner was 2 hours ago. You ate well. It's time for bath, for jammies, for bed, and for Mommy to inhale deeply and melt into the bed.
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