What I learned today was that I can do damage. Hot Mama hasn’t cut my nails in awhile, so whenever my arms flail about, it’s like I have two ninja swords swinging away. Sorry about that scratch on your nose, Daddy. And sorry about that nick on your arm, Wyatt. That mark on my own cheek means I’m not doing this on purpose.
Still, stand back. I’m dangerous.
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