Today was Abie Day. Every Thursday is Abie Day. That's how we get Piper to bed on time on Wednesday night. I say, "Let's hurry to bed . . . because what is tomorrow?" and Piper cheers, "Abie Day!"
I think these pictures are self-explanatory as to what goes on when Abe comes over.
That's right. Abe gets to do what Piper wants.
I get no complaints from Abe, however.
Oh, except that one time when I heard muffled cries from downstairs and found Piper riding Abe like a pony while Abe lay flat on his stomach crying. Sometimes love hurts.
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