When my oldest was little, she was convinced that she could climb into the television and become a cartoon.
It was then that I turned to see the goat that had been eating my pant leg the entire time; making me one of the attractions that day as there was quite a crowd behind me enjoying the show. I was aggravated and amazed that not one of them had thought to tell me what the little horned beast was doing to my palazzo jumpsuit and told them I hoped they were next on his menu as I went to join my family.
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