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Two Thirty

on Sep 28, 2015 in My Life Now

I don’t know exactly what it means. Maybe you can help me figure it out.
Mama loves if when I come visit her and sit under her desk. She picks me up and snuggles me and tells me I’m sweet.
But sometimes the reaction isn’t the same.
She says something with the phrase “two thirty” in it and puts me back in bed.
When she does, I remember I went in the no room, but there’s more to it than that. I just wish I knew what it was!