I'm so sick. I'm so very very sick, Mister. I'm trying to keep up with you, but yo. I'm sick. Bleugh.
You are cutting! Cutting with your very own scissors! (and shaking the bed. I'm so sick) You're so proud though... it is pretty cool, Manly.
Let's just nap til I feel better, K? Love you...
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