It’s really dark in here, so I can’t see well enough to type that great. I’ll give you an update anyway.
This week I just learned I have the ability to do three things: (1) open and close my eyes, (2) kick Mom until she pees herself, and (3) convince Dad through kicking Mom that it’s a good idea to give me Whoppers when I request one. In other words, don’t make your kid wait for French fries and cheeseburgers. Especially burgers with mayo. Mmmmmm.
I’m onto something new this week. I love sugar. I mean I can’t get enough of it. I love bouncing off The Uterine Walls of Glory after a good dose of sugar. I do somersaults and dance a lot when I get that sweet stuff. I know Mom was giving that to me when I was really young—like 4 weeks’ gestated or something—but she didn’t realize it. Since she found out about me, she’s really lowered her sugar intake, so any sugar I get is a real cool treat. And now I realized I can make her crave it. A few days ago I convinced her to give me Airheads. These are cool. My favorite flavor is red. (more…)