I really love keys.
I pretty much want to play with keys all the time.
And if I'm not playing with keys, I'm usually thinking about keys. Or boobie-flavored boobies. But mostly keys.
I've got some pretty awesome key skills. I can do yoga, in a laundry basket, while playing with keys.
Keys are fun anywhere, you know. Even in laundry baskets.
Sometimes mom makes fun of me because my shirt gets tucked into my diaper.
And then I'm all, "Teasing hurts feelings, mom. I can't help it if I'm not super stylish like you in your eighteen year old shredded sweatpants."
Then I remember that I'm holding keys.
Keys make everything okay.
Guess I'm mean. P has never played with keys.
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