A long time ago, there once was a three year old named Mark. He loved to play outside. He had a little beagle and there wasn't enough time in the day to play with it. Mark had a little problem. He wanted to play and was not willing to stop for anything, including going to the bathroom. Mark's mom told him over and over to come in the house once in awhile to go. Mark did not listen time after time. Mom finally told Mark that if he dirtied his pants one more time he was going to be sent to the doghouse.
Hearing this, Mark was worried. He started coming into the house for small breaks and rest. But one day he played too hard with his beagle and forgot to go into the house. Hearing his mother's voice echo in his mind, Mark went hid from mom. After a few hours, Mark's mom was frantic because Mark was nowhere to be found. Out of desperation, she yelled for Mark out the back door. Mark hearing her panic answered back, Here I are!" To this day, Mark still gets that line brought up at every family gathering. Here I are will never leave me.
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Mark, I sure have enjoyed reading your blogs. When I was growing up, I had a problem, it was called, "bedwetting". I could never seem to wake up when I was dreaming of going to the potty. It felt so real and so good in the dreams until I made it reality. I still have those dreams today, but I know how to wake myself up now.
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