It's now rained for 28 days in a row, and mom has finally seen sense and bought me a proper rainsuit. i know she likes doing laundry, but really - washing my entire outfit including coat every day just didn't make sense. anyway, now i can sit down or fall flat on my face in puddles and it's OK. i did both today actually. and yesterday, come to think of it. dad's been playing with a new camera, but i'm not sure whether he managed to capture the moment for posterity.
what's the difference between a puddle and the duckpond? no - it's not a joke, it's a serious question. mom laughs when i splash in puddles but she grabs me and screams when i try and splash in the duckpond. she does the same kind of thing in the bathroom too. it's funny when i throw my little yellow duck in the bath, but i got yelled at when i threw it in the toilet. what's that all about?
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Oh? And what did she say when you threw her it in the giant pool of acid?
Cal
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