So…..Here’s a little taste of what I did yesterday after speech therapy. And my therapy…….I rocked it by the way, saying all kinds of cool things like pop, bubble, ball and beep beep. I also signed the word play.
I know. I know. Don’t hate!
Well…..mommy and daddy took me to play. Here’s a nibble.
I posted this picture about a week ago.
This is what my daddy can accomplish drug-free. Pretty impressive effort on his part.
This is what my mommy can accomplish on drugs.
(legally prescribed ones – in her name)
What a showoff!
This is one of the reasons that daddy married mommy. He won’t tell me the other reasons.
I’m glad mommy is getting better from her surgery, because I missed her.
I really missed the stuff that mommy does for me.
Oh darn! Does this mean I can’t stay up late anymore daddy?
It seems like my School Days (25 – 30) have been a big blur for my mommy. It’s no fun to have a mommy who is fuzzy headed. I don’t mean like one of those Chia pets either. That would actually be fun because I could cut her hair and it would grow back. I could play with scissors and not be in trouble.
Oh well…..I’ve been taking up dancing since my mommy has been out of it. Daddy has been off of work to help mommy. Someone has to bring home the bacon. That’s funny because my daddy is a pig. I don’t get it, but that’s what people say.
Here is my routine. Cue the music.
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A little side glance and a pause in action for dramatic flair.
Okay…..That’s it. We don’t have a license for anything else.
Daddy decided I needed an education first. Headed to school this morning after a late night of dancing. I have to have my energy drink.
I guess Daddy needed my energy drink too. See ya suckers!
Okay daddy, we got this.
We don’t need mommy to make sure I get to school okay.
Follow me this way.
Pick up the pace daddy. We don’t want to be late.
You still there?
If I stop to look, it could really throw off my rhythm.
Look! We’re almost to the playground.
That’s the first thing we do when I get to school.
What? I didn’t know you and mommy talked to each other.
I guess I forgot we don’t play first.
Oops! My bad!
A Dose of Justice (...courtesy of my crazy mom) 