Today, Miss N (5) woke up and decided that she was a "sick pig." Why, I do not know.
Being a sick pig entailed crawling around on the floor and coughing. A lot. I couldn't take it any more. I told her that I would not allow a sick pig in my house. A healthy one, fine, but not a sick one. Sick pigs must go outside all by themselves. Suddenly, she was well.
1 comment:
You heartless swineherd :-)
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