Of Sleeping Arrangements
The mamma and the brat are yawning in their seats. The brat is doing some Ben 10 sketching, his current favourite hobby apart from Beyblade matches which have him as undisputed champion.
So brat, says mamma, let's to bed.
Let us sleep in the udder room. Together. What about pappa, mamma asks gently, as the floor trembles delicately under Papa's snores.
Let him sleep alone, comes the prompt disdainful reply. He's a beeg chile now.
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December 15, 2010, 4:59 pm