That Little Bastard
Was up at 3 A.M., raring to go, and is STILL up. WTF? We are launching a counterattack that consists of marching his little butt on a two-mile loop up to and into some rock-climbing caves, and not letting him sleep a wink until his legitimate bedtime. Ha! We'll see who's wakes with the roosters this coming A.M.
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