As my Dad is pointing out, last night was the fifth night of Hanukkah. I wonder if he is going to keep these shenanigans up.
Granny, I got ANOTHER present. Hanukkah is so cool.
I got a new dog! What? The leash doesn't go in my mouth? If it doesn't belong there, then why does it taste so good?
I love you, Granny!
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