For your first Christmas your grandma Deb got you a cute little moose to hang from your play mat. At first things got off to a good start, but quickly spiralled into chaos. I guess the moose said something that offended you or looked at you the wrong way, we will never know, but you decided that the moose was not your friend. From that time on you would squeal and karate chop the moose with derision. To you this was serious business, but for your mommy and daddy this was a source of endless entertainment and delight.
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