One of those mornings



Fine, I got it.

The small handkerchief.

Not that one.

Not the pink one.

Not the orange one.

The small one.

But, here’s the thing, sweet sleepy child.

There. Is. No. Small. Handkerchief.

I know, baby, but these are all the handkerchief we have.

I know, the small one. The small one!

Here, look.

Do you see it?


See? No small handkerchief.

No, don’t…

Screaming and crying won’t help.


Find your own damn handkerchief.



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