Mom and Dad went off to see 101 Dalmatians and dumped me at a neighbor's house with only a playpen, a pacifier, two bottles, my squeaky giraffe, a rattle, three gangly animals, a hand-me-down musical octopus, two friendly dogs, and Michaela, my first babysitter.
Separation anxiety is traumatic, but they'll get over it once I'm out of sight.
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