dear Squeaker Marie, I know you can hear me crying and calling your name. I also know you can hear…

dear Squeaker Marie,

I know you can hear me crying and calling your name. I also know you can hear me scream "ow" about a thousand times. I ask if you're upstairs or downstairs. I'm trying to find you.

where do I find you? under my bed curled on top of your blanket dead asleep. you know, I'm going to remember this the next time you're scared of a thunderstorm or fireworks or you desperately need something. I can guarantee you won't like it too much. 😡😡👊👊