. . . . yells Calvin as he runs to me in the kitchen. I turn to run with him, and see it. There it is in all of it's horrible, scary,
ghosty monsterness sitting on the stairs just waiting to prey on it's next victim. I hope it's not me or Calvin.

At least he has good hygiene.
3 comments:
You can tell he's the son of a dentist!
I would say the only thing worse that a scary ghost monster is one with bad breath. Count yourself lucky.
I'm not scared of that cute little thing. I would just pick him up and kiss him all over his face. That would stop him in his tracks.
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