
Sometimes when mum can't find me, she'll look in the bedroom and see a lump in the bed. I like to get under the blankies, or if the bedding is pulled back to air, I'll get under the bottom sheet. That can be difficult because it is fitted and has a valance. I keep burrowing until I get under it. Mum says I am like a mole. When dad asks where I am, she says,'Flynn's moled.'

Now if you don't mind mum, put the blankie back down and take the flashy box away, and let me get back to sleep.
Labels: Flynn, The Mole
# posted by Memories of Eric and Flynn @ 8/23/2008 01:35:00 am
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