my mom says that i owe my very existence to this man. and i'm lucky my name isn't hardwick henry

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all kinds of stuff going on here in wicks world. tomorrow could be exciting.
but anyway today is today. i woke my mom up at 7.30am with a big pile of stinky poopies. i laughed. got cleaned up and hung out with mom while she did things on the internet. i got so bored i fell asleep in my shaky chair.
i spent the morning with my gram. she said that my mom could go out and have a fun day without me. is such a thing possible? mom came home with bags of stuff. she bought me all kinds of cool things. what did she get herself? a pack of envelopes. yes that's right, envelopes. but man wait until you see the stuff she got me. wicked cool.
mom and gram switched off. i spent the afternoon with mom while gram and grandad went shopping. gram came home with even more stuff for me. i'm so spoiled it's not funny.
then i was told to hang out with grandad while mom and gram went out for a further shopping adventure. what the heck? how much can a person shop? this time all i got was lousy formula. grandad called them on the cellphone- come home quick- he's screaming. i yelled a lot at my grandad, just because.