Momma tries to tell me that the outside has wonderful places, sometimes, in the dark night, when I’m s’posed to be sleeping. I hate it when she tells me this stuff 'cause she has to whisper it all shhhh quiet so Daddy can’t hear on the cameras. I hate it when she tries to tell me these things 'cause they’re lies, and Daddy says we’re not s’posed to lie. Never, ever, ever.
