I went to meet my sister and neplings on Monday as they travelled to my cousin's place. According to my nephew's extended writing book, my cousin lives in a terrorist house. My cousin insists it's semi-detached. End of terrorist, I think.
I was thinking of bringing Albert and Randy with me, but Albert was tired after his long weekend. And Randy had a lot of catching up to do. Good thing, too, because Sophie the Koala has fleas, and Teddy has nits.
I don't want my boys going anywhere near that sort of stuff...
This evening, it seemed that the boys had a row.
Jimmy went upstairs. Would you believe that Randy was on the floor. Albert was on the bed, with a CD case. You know who the CD was of.
I don't know if Randy's jealous, and, if so, who of, but I don't like seeing my teddies fighting.
