Group batting time.
Parallel playing.
Me chewing on Brooke's Exersaucer. Sorry Brooke but I could not resist the urge to chew.
You looked like you'd want to have a go on chewing your book too.
Not so fast!
Brooke decided to pull on my hair instead.
Now she was harassing Owen.
And then she wanted my cushion.
Owen didn't care less.
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picture 7.
Now that the gloves (or pants actually) are off ...
Brooke: Tiger claw! Pow! Take this. This is what you got for chewing my book, Babypea.
Babypea: Iron Head!!! It doesn't even hurt. Ha-ha.
... to be continued.
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