The greatest injustice in the history of everything

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I saw a kid at the gas station last night who was DETERMINED! to rescue a container of cut watermelon from the store. The kid was wearing a bicycle helmet and a three-sizes-too-big puffy coat. Clearly he was some sort of fruit soldier! The Enemy kept pulling him away from the fruit shelf. “Cooper, no!” But Corporal Cooper finally made his escape, scaled the shelves of fruit jail, and liberated the cut watermelon from its shelf jail.

He fought a good fight but, alas, both Corporal Cooper and the rescued watermelon were both captured by The Enemy, just inside the border, inches from freedom. The watermelon was returned to fruit jail and Cooper was whisked off to - what I assumed by his screams - certain death.

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Or at least the Dreaded Nap. With the Comfy Pillow no less.

No one expects the Siesta Inquisition!! :slight_smile:

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My 4-year-old has added a speed-dial button to Amnesty International on her toy phone.

Thankfully, she’s only used it three times this week.

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Hee. My pal and his wife worked opposite shifts when their kids were young – four kids under seven. The kids love to tell how they were each belted into their seats at the dinner table – the only way their dad alone could keep them under control!