We wake up to find the giant blow-up rat outside our window. As most people know, the rat is used by unions to signal a labor dispute. It is not used by the health department to mark a rat infested building. But who's this blow-up pig with a cigar and pork pie hat? Anyone seen him around before?
Then Robot tears my glasses off my face and eats them.
At nap time, he falls asleep face down, so I spend the entire time worried about SIDS.
There is nothing good in the fridge, so I decide to cook the Robot for lunch.
Roan can only be so patient with me. Eventually he gives me this look, and the look says:
"Get ahold of yourself, or this will end with you taking photos of me in a watering can with a flower on my head."
Right. I take charge and get us both out of our pajamas, because it is noon. I put Roan on the floor to play. He gives me a dirty look.
When does adolescence start?
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