SPAL: It wasn’t long ago that I’d walk into the spare room and check on Glowstick. There were times I’d make myself comfortable under a spare chair in that room to keep watch over him.
HB: Yeah. Me, too. I kept watch over him, too.
SPAL: You did not.
HB: Did, too.
SPAL: Not.
HB: Too.
SPAL: Whatever, stupid.
HB: Pansy!
SPAL: ***He raises his paw*** Talk to the paw, stupid. *** He turns to look at the nice people*** Anyway, I feel robbed right now.
HB: Me, too.
SPAL: The state got involved. Morons! That’s what Mummsy calls them.
HB: Yeah. Morons! I shouldn’t have been nice to that lady. I should’ve bitten her ankles and chased her away.
SPAL: They told her to send the baby back to Manatee County so a case could be opened there.
HB: Even though Mummsy filed for Temporary Custody.
SPAL: Now she can’t follow through with it because the baby’s not in this county. Glowstick is back with his mother, Tinkerbell.
HB: She’s a moron, too.
SPAL: Shhh! Don’t let Mummsy hear you say that. Tinkerbell’s her daughter.
HB: So, she’s still a moron.
SPAL: Anyway, Mummsy’s on pins and needles because its just a matter of time before things blow up again. And Mummsy didn’t want to have to put Glowstick through the system or suffer in anyway. So that’s the latest.
HB: We miss the little poop-stink.
SPAL: Yeah. We do.
