"Crunchy In The Pen" (A Work In Regress): PART ONE
"Take care, Crunchy. I can still see you in that playpen in the kitchen reaching your arms out to me to pick you up when I got home from school. Life was much simpler then, wasn't it?" (Sandy, my big sis)
Actually sis, when I reflect back on those years behind bars, when I was in "the pen," life was just a tad more complex than I think you may have realized.
I faintly remember that mom's ill-conceived scam was supposed to go something like this: while you were at school, she would train me to reach up for you whenever my diaper needed changing by holding up a large photo of you whenever I committed an excretory indiscretion.
Unfortunately (for mom), her diabolical scheme went terribly awry when I naturally took a liking to you and began to reach up for you regardless of my current diaper status and/or contents.
Well, at least that's how I remember it.
FINI, PART ONE
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