I mind this little boy. He belongs to a friend of mine. We call him the borrowed boy. Boy, have we fallen head over heels for him.
I'm sitting here, at the kitchen table, and he is sitting beside me looking through Rusty's Bone. Rusty lost his bone y'see and he's trying to find it, with mine and the borrowed boy's help.
Everywhere I go the borrowed one is behind me, chatting away, parroting everything I say and shouting 'Oh Dooooooodles'. He also tells Billy to 'sit Billy' and #3 to 'brush your teeth, Darter'.
He's my shadow and I love it. He sings, dances, won't walk but he mimics. Very well in fact. Also, when mine were little there were so many of them that I didn't really get a chance to think. So to have this wonderfulness in my life - fallowing me around and causing havoc wherever he goes is just fantastic.
Three cheers for the borrowed boy. I recommend everyone get one. Just not my one.
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