On Sunday, I had left CJ in front of his shows so I could take a shower. I left the door open, and could hear all sorts of noise. I kept asking him what he was doing, and the reply was always, "I'm not doing anything!" When I get out of the shower this is what I see:
This chair had been in the den. He was singing ,"We're going on a trip in our favorite chair trip" to the tun of L.E. He had scotted himself down the hallway into the living room.
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