It’s My Box

I wish just for once maybe I could have the box all to myself. Maybe I could have something all to myself, without some brother or sister moving in on my happy spot and making me share.

Can it, Giuseppe, you moved in on Mr. Sunshine, walked all over him, and now he has less than half of the box he was happy on before you came along, but I don’t see him complaining.

Besides that, buddy, it’s not your box or Mr. Sunshine’s. It’s my box. So there.

Ha ha for me.

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