The warmed beverage is enthusiastically guzzled. Milk is quaffed and splashed in a wide radius; impressive mess as it is a no-spill trainer cup. However child-proof items rarely survive the first encounter.
Guzzle guzzle. He barely comes up for air. When his thirst momentarily abates, he merrily waves his cup about, cheerily inviting the world to join in his happy hour.
He clambers to an uncertain upright position with his grip strongly on his cup. He wants to toddle to the other side of the room but he is off-balanced by his cup.
Inconvenient Flags: Laurie & Les, Ageing Boomers, Talk Politics.
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*“What we used to call ‘war’ is now called ‘genocide’. By the UN
definition, our fathers and grandfathers were vicious war criminals. The
Allied blockade ...
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