Those arms

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It really chaps my hide when a baby gets at my treasure maps. Who do they think they are? Struttin--er, walkin--hm, drooling around like they own the place.

My treasure, you infernal bag of fluid spewing, wallet photo hogging, cheerio eating, spaghetti-o throwing, uncoordinated thing. That's right, I said it: Uncoordinated. ...Stop crying. Seriously shut-up, your mom is coming! YOU'RE GOING TO GET ME IN TROUBLE!

And keep your hands off my keyboard. Jerk.