My daddy is home today. Woohoo. It's nice to have two people adoring me.
I pooped five times between 2 a.m. and 11 a.m. today.
My tummy hurts, probably because of something my mommy ate. Maybe the leafy green salad at lunch yesterday; or the dark anti-oxidant chocolate in the afternoon; or the organic chicken at dinner...something. Has she not learned that I don't like everything she likes? I'd like her to start eating raw frog legs with fried mosquitoes. I believe I'm not sensitive to those.
I met uncle Hank at breakfast on Cali Avenue today. He said he is not going to offer grandfather services. Whatever. I can deal with my parents on my own.
And...I discovered my toes and they are tasty. Just a bit hard to reach.
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