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He said this last night,as he climbed into a box of mangoes sitting on the kitchen floor:
Look at my feet in these mangoes
I dragged him out, laughing, and he giggled and ran back to the mangoes. Holding on to the counter for support, he climbed into the Price Club sized box and on top of the mangoes again. He just stood there, bouncing a little, chanting, "Look at my feet in those mangoes; look at my feet in those mangoes; look at my feet in those mangoes!"
This was not a rescued nodeshell. My life is just surreal all the time. | 
