Hello! It’s me.
He arrived, proclaiming … “I HAVE YOUR STUFF!”
Where are my toys? WHERE ARE MY TOYS?
I don’t see my toys. I DON’T SEE MY TOYS!
Mom says my toys are in boxes … somewhere. I retreat, dismayed.
And then, just when all hope seemed to be lost … I am told that box #83 possessed my toys!
I lose patience … WHERE ARE THEY? They should be here by now, #amirite?
And then … ahhhhhhh … toys!
There’s no better way to spend a 114 degree day than with toys … and a hundred nearly emptied boxes.