
I'm so glad you've all come to the meeting today. Start the bubbles, Miss Honeybee.

Anyone mind if I offer some opening words?

Mine, mine, this one's mine. I got it. I got---

Bonus!
No, it wasn't Pajama Day in Calvin's classroom. It was "I refuse to get dressed and you can't make me take off my pajamas" day. Again!!
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Too often, like today for example, I lounge around my apartment in my pajamas until mid-morning. I guess that makes sense to toddlers and retired grammas.... and it seems to be all the rage over on campus, where I see co-eds strolling around in pajama bottoms and bedroom slippers! What gives?
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