I almost got in trouble the other day because I killed one of my dad’s pillows. Almost, because I only got yelled at. Almost, because it could have been worse. I could have killed one of my mom’s pillows.

My mom is very particular about her pillows. She has to have at least three. They should be the right thickness. length, and fluffiness. She couldn’t sleep without them, hence she would not be able to function the next day without them. If I killed her any of her pillows, she might go into a pillow rage and make me into a pillow.

In a way, I understand. I like my pillows myself.

Life Lesson: Respect other people’s property.

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