The Bench
Oh yeah, look what my Daddy made us.
See here, this is my new bench.
I get to sit on it whenever I want. And Whitacre can too.
But only if I say so.
Now Dad just needs to finish staining the table and screwing the top on because I need somewhere to (watch my parents) eat on Christmas Day. Good job Dadada! You're so handy. Handsome too. And you let me crawl around with no pants on and I like that about you too.
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