James, Sheryl, Fionna and Abby on the lake

I love my Lammy Bear. He is wonderful, even if he does smell like dried drool. Otter is okay too, and he can hang out with us today while we're all in a bad mood, and we'll watch cartoons together. Why is daddy fiddling with the flashing light box and pointing it at me again? I don't know. Sometimes, he doesn't make any sense. Anyways...mmmm....cartoons.