After morning poopies, Dadda and I came downstairs for my favorite game: "Make Dadda search the pantry for me!" It's quite fun. I start grunting when he opens the pantry, like I want something he has and once I have his attention, I give noncommittal grunts and head shakes with every suggestion until I've taken a mental inventory of the pantry. Note to self: sneak fruit snacks next time.
Today after breakfast I read books by lantern light. Not just any lantern, mind you, my Chinese imported "Imperial Toy" brand lantern. You know, somebody should hire me as a spokes-baby for their product. I have great range.
"I don't always poop in diapers, but when I do I poop in Huggies."
"Like a good bay-bee, I pooped in there!"
"When I need to read by lantern light, I know I can't go wrong with a genuine Chinese imported 'Imperial Toy'."
Oops - this thing's falling apart - "DADDA!!!"
During one of my Dadda attacks, he turned his legs into a slide for me. That was fun, until he got a cramp. So he got me Bubbas' Little Tikes slide from the garage. Once I figured out how to get my leg over the top, instead of getting stuck in a split and crying, it was pretty fun! I don't remember why it got put out in the garage in the first place.
In other news, I've got to figure out how to get to some of those really shiny and forbidden things on top of the island. If only I had something with a ladder attached. . .
Today I am thick-headed independent!
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