
This morning I was still stirring in bed when the doorbell rang. Tom, it being his morning to wake up and deal with the heathens, was chastising Chompy, who had pooped in his overnight diaper.
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This morning I was still stirring in bed when the doorbell rang. Tom, it being his morning to wake up and deal with the heathens, was chastising Chompy, who had pooped in his overnight diaper.
Continue reading “Free-range”