
Dad, however, rejected my suggestion (again) and because I lack "emotional maturity," I was devestated.

However, I quickly recovered and allowed mom to take me out and parade me around like a circus animal (again).

Pause: Naptime.

That evening, Uncle Scott took advantage of my wisdom and we bantered back and forth for quite some time about the economy, politics, and Mobile.

The day drew to a close with dinner time. The napkin they gave me kept falling off of my 4-inch legs. What a pain.

And that is all I have for now...
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