Swingin’

I'm swingin'Mommy and Tatty (that’s dad to the rest of you) took me to the park. They threw me into the sling thing to carry me around, and were wandering about staring at the screen on this yellow GPS thing. They were digging next to trees, and kept mumbling something about geocaching. I didn’t mind, because at the end, I got a phat Pez dispenser out of the deal. They kept talking about communicating with the satellites or something. I think they may be losing their marbles. I’m sure they’ll blame that on me. Anyway, they had this awesome swing there. As you can see, I thoroughly enjoyed it.

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