Don't worry Aunt Stacey. Your torch is still shining nicely on the patch of sand out near the water. I'm not letting you any closer though, for now.
Dear Papaw:
You on the other hand are full of stinky boy poop.
Mommy came home very sad last night and told me that you are withholding her favorite soup last night. She said Mimaw made some cheese soup for ME and HER and YOU kept it. Mimaw and I had an ESPN conversation last night and we determined that you're a big giant poopoo head and your sharing abilities are very confined to your own stomach.
How in the world am I ever supposed to stay this pretty if you hog all the food!? Mommy lets us eat cheese ALL the time and we LOVE it! It's one of our 123897128371982371922349827349283472 favorite things!
Anyway, I thought I'd let you know that I'm not really happy with you and until you resolve this dilemma, I'm not letting you back in my house. I'm hereby rejecting your torch until my Mommy gets her cheese soup and that's the end of that conversation.
Oh, and Mommy took some pictures of me. Here I am making sure you know JUST HOW TIRED this post made me. I'm completely exhausted having to think about it, now.
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