Dear Diary,
Have I told you about our laundry room/garage? I like to follow Mom over and snoop around while she does what she has to do over there.
But when the lights go out, I high-tail it back to the door.
'right behind you Mom'
I've been locked in there once already.
I was scared. It's dark in there.
Tonight it's granddaughter night. That means I'm de-throned for about twenty-four hours
.... forgotten about... completely!
Yep. And that's what happened.
And I got locked in the laundry room/garage.
For about twenty minutes.
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| "I want my Mommy" |
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| "Somebody, please get me out..." |
I don't understand. Gracie.
