Mr. A. was in trouble. A lot of trouble. I took off after him like a bat out of hell! He went running into the dining room to the other side of the table. There is started yelling:
“Don’t hurt me momma, don’t hurt me!!”
*rolling my eyes*
Yeah, if you would get over here from the other side of the table you would know what it means to be hurt! I couldn’t catch him. The table is too big.
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