The smoke detector is now a thing. Presto is now alarmingly scarred of it and does not want to be alone nor near it.

He does not want to look at it.

All what I considered great leaps of independence is temporarily suspended. Today he held onto my pants while I fixed his dinner.

I’ve never been so pissed and a non-living object!

The experience has him shook and I tried to show him the alarm and explain that it pays him no mind. It has no eyes nor heartbeat.

That was a strike out in the bottom of the ninth.

Onward we go, fighting the good fight…versus the smoke detector.

Find this in the manual in chapter 56890: “Where There Is Smoke There Is Fear”


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