Boy vs. Counter

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This morning Mother was awoken at 6am by the Beach Boys hit single Good Vibrations coming from the record player in the living room. She came downstairs and found Boy standing on the counter top next to the oven in his footie pajamas with a bag of gummy candy he had found on the highest shelf. The only reason he had yet to shove all the gummy candy into his mouth was that he could not open the bag.

Poor Boy. After conquering the counter you were foiled by some melted plastic.

Word of advice: next time forget the record.



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