My parents think that I'm fascinated with my hands. While this is an appropriate developmental stage for my age they are so wrong. They don't know that I've devised this way to tell time using my wrist as a sundial. So when Daddy is kissing me repeatedly with his gross beard, I'm looking at my wrist and timing things to see how soon it will end. Here I am using this method to figure out if I have time to play with Kazu.
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