note to daisy...

[phosfate]

I'm thinking maybe a door lock, sealed containers, a locking cupboard, or really, really high shelving (or a combination of these) might help a lot.

I'm just saying, is all.

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[bilbogamgee.livejournal.com]

*giggles*

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

*snarl*

[bilbogamgee.livejournal.com]

eep! *timidly offers a ladybug* Don't whack me with your shovel. Merry would be very cross.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

::takes ladybug, puts it down very very gently::

. . .

*SNARL!*

[bilbogamgee.livejournal.com]

;_; Don't hurt me.

[elanorgamgee.livejournal.com]

*picks you up*

Come on, dear.

And, no, you don't have to run away to Mexico. I promise.

[bilbogamgee.livejournal.com]

*sigh of relief*

[elanorgamgee.livejournal.com]

*smiles softly*

Do you know why using Uncle SpongePip as a regular sponge was wrong?

[bilbogamgee.livejournal.com]

Because now he smells like vomit?

[elanorgamgee.livejournal.com]

*nods*

Yep, and his little arm is broken. You have to be careful with little people and animals and things. You can't treat them roughly. How would you like it if someone used you to wipe up a bunch of nasty stuff and broke your arm?

And then... *shudders* then you'd have to take a bath.

[bilbogamgee.livejournal.com]

Not a bath!

Poor Uncle SpongePip.

[elanorgamgee.livejournal.com]

*nods*

So later on tell Uncle SpongePip you're sorry, OK? When he's um, not quite so livid upset.

And if you help clean up the mess in Daisy's room then maybe I won't go insane, OK?

[bilbogamgee.livejournal.com]

But I cleaned it as best I could. That's why Uncle SpongePip smells like vomit. :(

And no worries about me not going near him just yet. *eyes Mexico tourist pamphlet* I'll stay out of his way until he calms down. I promise.

[elanorgamgee.livejournal.com]

*soft smile*

That's right, you did. *squeezes* I'm happy that you did that, but next time, no animated cleaning supplies, OK?

That's sounds like a good idea. But please don't run away. I would be sad if you did.

[elanorgamgee.livejournal.com]

*shakes head and sighs*

'fraid not, my dear Lady Ann.

And I'm sorry you're feeling lonely.

*hugs*

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

*beam!*

I'd give you a puppy, if I had a puppy.