Wherein the Root Beer is Confiscated…


I will not post a picture of Piglet and Pooh’s milk bath which I had the misfortune of confiscating, putting in an obscure corner of the kitchen, and then finding only after their bodies had been cemented in the gelatinous blob that their dairy spa ritual had become .

I was too busy retchin’ to be fetchin’ my camera (hey, that has the beginnings of a sweet piece for our next Daring Family Free-Style Rap Battle).

From that moment on, all citizens of the Hundred Acre Wood were banned from bathing in anything other than water or mud.

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