Hello 'Red Flag', my friend...where were you yesterday afternoon?
Why didn't you scream in my ear?
Shake my shoulders?
Pull me into the playroom?
Why?
Was I too busy enjoying the absolute silence that allowed me to ummm, think for a second?
Quite obviously I lost my wits about me because my dear Ruby felt it necessary to morph into 'Baby Bunny' her alter ego.
Next time 'Red Flag' could you please encourage washable markers versus the permanent ones?
I've got trouble on my hands and her name is R.U.B.Y! (should have known giving her a name like that would lead to mischief!)
XO
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