Pop Rocks

Hooray! My dadada comes home tonight from LA. He’s been traveling a lot this year. Something about bacon and new shoes. I do not really know what either are. But who cares, he’s coming home! I miss him when he’s on the road. Soon I’ll get to hear the funny noises he makes when I grab his chest hair, or when I kick him in the nuts. Yay!

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