It went like this.
Wake up, eat
Fuss myself to sleep
Get my pants wet and fuss myself awake.
Eat. Laughter, scream, repeat
Finally I convinced Dad that I could do it better myself, so he put me
in the rocking chair by myself. Everything was going great until the
gravity monster got my head and made me all tippy. You can't have a
good groove when you're all tippy.
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