Disclaimer: You seem very obsessed with ownership. Whatever happened to "enjoyment?"
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Nana? Pretty please, call Reba and let her know that I'll be a smidge late for our chess game in the park. It's not that she worries so, but she penalizes me pieces when I don't tell her I'm going to be late. I hope this doesn't cost me a bishop again. I need you, Nana, to come to school with my "thingy," because I'm feeling kind of run down and started to overheat, so Mr. Ginsberg sent me to the office and now Nurse Krinsky won't let me go back to class until I'm feeling better. You'll find my "thingy" on my desk under the script for "Magic Ballet Shoes." Now, make certain it's charged! Thanks Nana. I'll bake a special cupcake with your name on it - I just won't spell it with raisins.
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