Oh Abby!
What am I going to do with you?
You crazy monkey!
Every time I turn around you're sitting on top of something (usually a table).
Which I don't worry as much about you falling and bonking your head, you're very careful.
More so of the trouble you're getting into.
Like emptying our salt and pepper shakers all over the kitchen table... and then painting it with a nearby cup of water (sorry no picture, it was the morning of my "smart bean" attack, and we found it on the way to the ER)
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