Breighton always lets me play with him. Sometimes I am the robber and get caught by the cops. Sometimes I am the skeleton and get caught by the pirates. Sometimes I am a dog and get caught by the dog catcher. Do you see the pattern here? I do! Today Breighton wanted to play pet store… I didn’t get to be the check-out person or the cage cleaner… once again I got caught!!!
So Breighton, when you are reading this years from now… know that I love you so much and would play any of your silly games. Not it is my turn to catch you… just you wait until I can!!!