My first words this morning were, "I want to go swimming." Gramma said her suit wasn't dry yet. Since Gramma wanted to take a picture of me having breakfast in bed in front of cartoons, Grandpa threw a banana in my bowl so Mommy would think we were eating healthy. They're both worried that I'll tell my parents about Grandpa's infraction at the mall last night. Oh yes, and I had one brief bad spell while sleeping because Gramma forgot to give me some milk before I went to bed. At midnight, hunger struck light lightening. When I cried, "I want my milk," my guilt-ridden grandparents flew into action and soon I had my milk and went back to sleep. Now they've resorted to cartoons to put off getting into their swimsuits. Still, I won't be bought forever. Soon, we'll be back in the pool getting our money's worth out of this place.
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