...in a room not far from my own, there lived a very cute, very special, very loved three year old. Now this three year old was also very spoiled. She owned more clothes than her mother and father combined. She had a book collection that compared to the local library, more blankets than the Eskimos and more Barbies than Wal-Mart.
One day, to her parents great delight, this very cute, very special, very loved three year old was playing contently in her room by herself. When she voluntarily requested to take a nap on the floor of her room, her parents thought nothing of it.
"Why of course you can take a nap and anywhere you'd like," they responded cheerfully.
Little did they know that this very cute, very special, very loved three year old had emptied nearly every dresser drawer, unloaded every bookshelf, undressed every barbie, and pulled every blanket off her bed and had nestled herself down right smack dab in the middle of the mess.
Because, once upon a time, there used to be a floor in this room.
The End.
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