Come on downstairs now sweetie. It's time for your Prozac. The
doctor said that you shouldn't have stopped taking it a couple of
weeks ago. After you take your meds, I'll read you a nice story while
I play with your private parts, just like always. You know that mommy
will take care of her little boy. And Rex can't wait for you to teach
him how to clean himself after he does a plop-plop on the grass. I do
so enjoy watching both of you play with his feces. You can make a toy
plaything from anything - you're so intelligent. Then daddy and uncle
will play hide-the-salami with you just before bedtime.
So hurry and say goodbye to all of your friends on the Internet. I'm
sure they all will miss you . . . until tomorrow. Come on down now.
