Vacation is like being at home but in a different place with different people, am I right?
I do these things at home and on vacation.
Sleep.
Ask to go out at front door.
Ask to go out at the back door.
Play, play, play. Home and away. Am I a creature of habit? No, look doing something different at home now. I brought Mommy a beautiful peony, it was hard to carry, it kept falling but she loved it.
I loved vacation but glad to be home.
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