If she'd just freaking let me...

Sometimes we go to the tree place with Mom and the kids. There are so many trees and so much grass and so much stuff. I can smell it under the leaves. Under many of the leaves and under a lot of the bushes to. I want to go follow the smell--I know I'll find something good if she'd just let me freaking go get it!

I try I really do, I try to lead her in the direction of the interesting smell. Is it a bird? A squirrel, a mouse, something new? Yes it is. And I could show her. I assure her it would be interesting to her to. If she'd just let me freaking go get it and show her.

But she doesn't let me go far, I can walk ahead a little but that's it. Ahh, frustration. Don't they smell it? Don't they want to know what it is? I could show them. I would share. If she'd just freaking let me.

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Kisses Taste Good

Mom tastes like deli turkey slices. Mmmm. I wish she'd let me kiss her more. I love her and she's so nice. She always moves the yummy part of her face I like to kiss. Dad, he tastes like corned beef. He never lets me kiss him either. But sometimes, sometimes, I get them both! You know, so they know I love them.

The little boy tastes like sweet carrots. I like those for a snack. The little girl tastes like cookies. I know because I got one out of the garbage once, but Mom saw and was mad. They are so much easier to kiss. Yum!

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