PIECE OF CAKE! I even got a sticker for being so good.
I don't know what my Mom was so worried about; I know exactly what I am doing.
When I didn't want to be there, I just bit someone.
(PS~ Sorry if you were subject to being a pawn in my master plan)
After biting, they would (quickly) get my Mom...exactly what I wanted.
Now I look forward to a little time away from her. She's always following me around and asking me what I am doing.
Give a boy some space!
My only complaint about my gym sanctuary is what tattle-tales they are. They "report" every little thing, including my love of hand sanitizer. Not the enjoyment I get from putting it on my hands, but of consuming it.
I guess my Mom can start planning my debut on A&E's Grammy winning series "Intervention".
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