Penthouse at the Asylum

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Not The Right Kind of Gadget
Chicken was looking for the calculator this evening. I couldn't find it so she went wandering off to find it. Moments later she came out of my bedroom with my vibrator in her hand, looking at it oddly and asked, "Mama? What's this?"

I froze in my steps. Because, really, what kind of answer do you give?

I promptly yanked it out of her hand and returned it to it's resting spot.

I have yet to figure out why she thought that the giant calculator might be hiding in my nightstand drawer and not in the den or the junk drawer or anywhere else one might find a calculator. Hot damn, I have to lock that thing up!


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