Today while at the grocery store, I was debating in the cake aisle about what I should make for Morgan's birthday. My back was turned to Ava and Bryn while I studied my choices. I grabbed a box and turned around to see Ava dash into the cart-car. It was a devious dash and I knew it was trouble. I felt like a policeman peering into the car of two thieves. Both of their mouths were stuffed full with marshmallows that they frantically shoved into their pieholes to get rid of the evidence. I was livid! I grabbed the mice-munched open bag of mallows from the shelf as I rattled off all their punishments. Beatings...well not literally, but the equivalent of beatings.
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