Dad took me out for a spin yesterday arvo, as a thunderstorm gathered. Mum was fairly skeptical about our chances of getting back unwashed, but a quick turn of pace down Ruckers Hill meant we got home with only one drop on the basinette - bonza.
Later, Dad commented on my persistent efforts to shed excess clothing (Mum continually puts blankets back on top of me when I kick them off, saying I'll get cold!). He reckons I'm training to be a stripper, to which Mum quipped "Like one of those Chipmunks". I've tried Googling Chipmunk Strippers but just get pictures of furry rodents with big teeth... I'm confused.
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