There I was, minding my own business when I feel a weird, alien tingle go through my large and not wanting cooties self.
Ew! MOM! Make him get his stinky feet off of me! I think I'm going to hurl.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. Hey, you know that elk neck chewie the evil witch took away from me? Let me tell you that chewie messed with the Mango. No doubt. I was like totally farting so much that the paint started to peel off the walls and then my poop shooter turned into a missile launcher. Yoiks! So not worth it. And now momma is threatening me with just rice for supper since I kind of got up like three times last night. Oh, and as predicted, Pea's rib bone showed up right on schedule.