The door creaks

You guys okay in there? Nobody bleeding, whining, or being picked on? Usually when I leave you guys alone for a few minutes, someone ends up callumphing down the stairs, all in a huff because someone stuck someone else’s marble somewhere and now *nobody* wants it.

But if y’all are getting along, I’ll just leave you to it.

It’s so *nice* when you play well together.






One response to “The door creaks”

  1. brielle Avatar

    Ya know…this explains a *while lot* about the pain in my patootie when I sit down on those hard hockey benches.yup. a whole lot. besides, it was him.

i make squee noises when you tell me stuff.

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