The other day I heard the muffled shouting of the boy, "Hey Ceara...do ya see me? Ceara! Ceara? Look UP, Ceara...do ya see my hand? Look up...do ya see me?"Listening from a nearby room, I was more than a little curious as to what was happening and went to investigate. Upon entering his bedroom I saw that he had wedged himself under his bed and had taken out the floor register and was dangling his arm, right up to his armpit, through the register opening, downward toward his sister who was in the storage room directly below his bedroom putting things away.
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