The blankets did not comfort him.
Megan made the lunches before Kenny went to bed. He kept getting into the fridge, trying to eat a dessert or take a capri sun. We had to pull out the scare tactics, the Turkey. Kenny then at arms-length carried the turkey and threw him down to the basement, all the time yelling, "No." Then we put the little poultry hater to bed.
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