... but I prefer to mix and match ...
... and make a terrible mess for Mommy! Probably get about 50% in the right spot by the end of meal time. My uncles say that's a pretty high batting average. No worries.
This is the day Daddy gave me a bath and dressed me backward while Mommy was out shopping. Crazy Daddy ... there's a poem about him by Shel Silverstein called "Backward Bill."
I sure do like this ball machine Aunt Annie gave me for Christmas! Thanks Aunt Annie.
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