I think I should be at home getting ready for bed, but I guess I would rather ride in this shopping cart instead. Apparently they have giant blow up Christmas decorations available already even though they still have the scary Halloween stuff out too. This world is strange sometimes.
It's past my bedtime. Maybe if I don't remind Mom or Dad, they won't put me to bed. I'll just come along for the ride.
What are these round, fluffy, white things? If it's supposed to go in my mouth, why is it quite the mouthful? Well, either way, marshmallows are delectable.
Come on, Mommy; Let's see what Daddy is doing outside. Ooh. Fire. Why won't they let me touch it? Why can't I even get close? What's the big deal with putting your marshmallows on a stick over it? Yum; Daddy has chocolate. Oops, I keep dropping those graham crackers on the ground. At least I didn't need to put my marshmallows on a stick; sometimes they catch fire that way. Brother said he didn't mean to do that.
Mommy, why are you putting all the sleeping bags and stuffed animals on the living room floor? Daddy, where are you taking the couch cushions? Why do you need them under your sleeping bag?
Whew, it's getting late. We finally got ready for bed, but now they want me to lay down in the family room. This room is for playing, especially if you leave all these stuffed animals out and the humidifier within reach. I don't want to lay down out here, I tell you.
Here we are in my bed sweet bed, and Daddy even brought in my animals and my humidifier. Goodnight, World. See you tomorrow.
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