My dear boy, I went down to the laundry room to throw in your laundry. I left you safely ensconsed in teh middle of the living room floor. When I came back two minutes later you were completely under the table in your quest of a balloon. How you managed to yourself under thet able which involves army-crawling over the legs of the chairs, I'm not really sure. But as it kept you in a happy pursuit for about 30 minutes, I left you to it.
You're going to be difficult to keep up with, I predict.
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