Sailor here.
Mom's son is getting married. He is having a wetting. I hope it doesn't take long to blow him dry.
But because he is having a wetting, cousins are here. LOTS of cousins. Most of them are kids.
LOT of kids.
They run and play. They yell and scream. They jump and swing.
I can't keep them together. I can't make them calm down.
So I stand on the bricks and wring my paws. And bark. At them. At the cousins.
Oh dear.
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