What's going on here!?

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!