Boy, Uncle Skunk sure got me in a world of trouble. Who knew three year olds aren't supposed to use F words. Or S words. Mommy is always asking me to use my words, but when I do she gets mad.
Thank goodness Daddy snuggles with me and doesn't get mad when I drop bombs. He turns his head to the side and smiles as he tells me not to say that word again.
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