My mum is unloading
groceries from the bag. I’m lucky, aren’t I?
I love playing with a
plastic grocery bag, putting my head in a plastic bag like I’m looking for
something.
What’s going on here!? What
on earth am I doing!?
Jesus, I got my head
through the handle of the bag. I don’t want to get my neck tied up in the
handle.
“Hey, Dad, help me!
Stop recording!”
“I could slip it off
over your head easily, but . . . your mum asked me to record a video of her
beloved feline for her blog.”
He saw her and they exchanged
glances.
Ahh-ahh-ahh, easy, easy! Done it! Get
out of here!