Sandra Klause

Today I woke up and started a new project. No, I'm not talking about the contents of my diapey, that is an on-going project scheduled for consecutive release now and later in a diapey near my butt! I'm talking about my construction project under the kitchen table.

Now there has always been two big yellow Tonka dump-trucks in front of the sealed up fire cage as long as I can remember. These were usually used for storing dinosaurs and sword-guns. Bubbas use the latter to make sounds at each other and fall down, at which point I pin them to the ground and bounce on their face and stomach with a stinky diapey. Dadda uses them to shoot little green balls at me and Bubbas and I use them to wack things or people depending on my disposition.

However, the other day Dadda was hyped up on an extra hour of sleep, something like six hours as opposed to five, I guess, and he decided to race me around the kitchen in the back of the dump-trucks. We were going so fast! At this point several things occurred to me. One, these things don't handle very well and Dadda's gonna crash eventually, which he did consistently after he ran out of gas. Fortunately he prepared a mountain of pillows as a crash site. B) There is a great potential for transporting objects in the back of these things such as toys and bubbas! Seven, (I can't count yet) you mean to tell me that these things don't have to stay in front of the fire cage?!

That evening in my crib I drafted the blueprints and dreamed of elaborate construction sites and talking tools. The next day as I was hauling away cobwebs and old pizza crusts from the construction site, Dadda scooped me up and said we were going to see Sandra Klause. I've heard a lot about this person in recent days so I know it's not Dadda's lady friend or anything like that, but still I didn't comprehend the fuss.

As it happens Sandra Klause is not a woman, she's an old man, and to top it all off, this isn't the first time we've met!

This is the guy.

When Mamma turned the house into some crazy electric forest and put giant socks up on the bookshelf, she also put up photographic evidence of my previous encounter with this oddly named character. I don't remember if it ended well or not so I reserved judgment. We picked up Mamma and Bubbas and went to see him again. Bubbas forged a letter on my behalf with the potato head doll that I wanted and I insisted I would make requests on my own through his Facebook page, but they had already colored it for me so. . .

Apparently the objective was to get near this guy while he asked us what we wanted for crissmus. Then they took our picture, evidently to prove that we know him to other people and then he gave me a small candy cane. I love peppermint flavored shapes, cane or otherwise! When we arrived I scouted out an escape route and Dadda caught me, so I was forced to choose an alternate route after I received my candy cane, but I stopped running once I realized the candy was permanently sealed in that teasingly transparent container.

Now we have another picture to put under the teevee and I got candy before dinner. Overall not the worst day.

I'm gonna make a run for it bee!

Today I am childproofed all minty fresh!