Yes, it's a rock. Named Rocky, of course. That's Rocky, in his very own bed.
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7 comments:
Does Rocky actually sleep in his own bed?
Very funny. Actually, he prefers your side of the bed. You'll be sleeping on the floor from now on.
xoxoxo
Doesn't David know we don't publicly speak about bed issues in this family...
No, it's FARTING we don't speak about. Everything else is fair game.
Oh...
Your daughter has an unimaginable imagination !!!!!!!!!!
I know. She surprises me in delightful ways.
She's been hauling it EVERYWHERE with her since she found it. Seems those "pet rock" inventors were on to something.
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