Look close and you can see tears...
This past week my pa and I snuck into the Marriott to go swimming. It was a covert operation suitable for two sophisticated sleuths... Actually, my mom was at a conference there so it wasn't really illegal for us to be there... just a bit questionable. This was just the third time I had gone swimming in a big pool, and I wasn't very thrilled. In fact, I whimpered most the time and then started crying. I think I lasted about 4 minutes in the pool. But then I took advantage of showing off my bod and wrestling with Pa.
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You are quite the little man... and in the tub without a chair! Way to go!
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