Oh hey, Mom.
It's me, Brynn.
Sometimes we're the cutest, right?
But when boys will be boys and they just wanna throw balls in the basement and see if they can hit the lights and, consequently, their own heads..., I remember that I don't need no stinkin' boy to have fun. See? I had plenty of fun all on my own with the beans!
But Neenee (what is it again? Weenee??) didn't appreciate my clever game as much as I did, so we went to get the mop-head a haircut instead.
You know what that means! SUCKERS! For everyone who's earned one! (And also any tagalongs he may have brought with him to his appointment.)
Since they took James to his police car seat right away, we played after the haircut. The funny thing was my boots were superslippery on the tunnel. My "friend" here was just zippin' right past me, but I when Neenee said I needed some help, he yelled, "James to the rescue!"
Aaaaand then he climbed right on past me.
Uh, thanks?
Anyway, no matter. I had plenty of fun on the shorter slide! Boys. Who needs 'em?*
*exception to this rule, of course: Dad.
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