So I've commandeered my spoon and learned to feed myself. Big Sis is a great distraction, because every time she calls for help, mom goes running to see what kind of mess she's got herself into. Yesterday she put on one of my sweaters and couldn't get it off, kind of like a kiddie straight-jacket. Mom was cleaning a raw chicken, so she couldn't come to the rescue. Poor Sis, she sure gets herself into some interesting binds. That's good for me, because I get to fly under the radar and do whatever I want. Like feed myself. Keep up the good work Big Sis. You're doing a good job paving the way for me.
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