Every morning, as I leave the house I make it a point to seek out Casey and Sydney for a goodbye kiss. On the occasions I forget, Casey comes running and crying, 'Hug, kiss!' This morning, I come down the stairs and look for Casey. I don't see him, so I call out for him. "Casey, where are you?"
A meek voice came from in between some furniture, "Pooping". I track the voice, and see Casey squatting between the couch and the massage chair. He realizes I am leaving for work, so he cuts his business short, and emerges to give me a hug and a kiss. That accomplished, he promptly returned to his 'spot' and continued doing what he was doing...
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