I won't go out. I'm not going out there. You can't make me.
Nope - I don't have to go out there and you can't make me. I am perfectly comfortable on the couch and I am not going out there.
I'm hiding, you can't find me and I am not ready to go out. I can hold it.
I am resting with Dad and no...I am NOT going outside. I don't have to be a "good boy" yet.
Forget it. There is no way I am coming out from under these covers to go out there. I can still hold it.
Fenway is a warm weather kind-of-guy - he's dreaming of racing at the beach. Oh well only a few months to go.
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