I totally outsmarted those bars! I walked around them and made it to the stairs. Now I can throw Purple Guy with Big Feet to mom, and she can throw Purple Guy with Big Feet back to me. Here I am roughing him up a little in my mouth. I like to get him all slimy and saliva-y and grody. Sometimes I chomp on him really hard and he squeaks in pain! Sorry, Purple Guy with Big Feet! But it’s for your own good! Can I call you Purpley for short?

xx,
Oakie