Thug In Training!!!

Mommy and I went to the park this past Sunday. There was this four or five year old boy there who kept trying to boss me around. Mommy was worried that we were going to have a brawl because I turned and looked at the boy with a "keep it up Stupid" look on my face. I didn't think he was worth wasting energy over though so I just ended up turning and walking away! Mommy worries that I am going to be a little thug but she has to admit that she is very pleased that I will stand up for myself to bullies!!! Mommy does have visions of me spending lots of time in the Principal's office when I get bigger. We have decided that if I get into trouble at school that we won't tell Daddy. Mommy is pretty clever. She told me that I can pay her $20 every time I get into trouble and we can call it legal fees that way I will be covered by attorney-client privilege and she can't tell Daddy about any trips to the Principal's office!! If she does tell I can report her to the ethics committee for breaching confidentiality rules! Something tells me though that the charges wouldn't stick!

Anyway, last night we went to a new buffet in town. Can you believe it, all those waitresses and waiters fussed over me! One of the waitresses even kissed me. Now that's what I call service!!! Mommy wasn't too keen about a strange lady kissing me but Mommy also understood the girl couldn't help herself, I am irresistible!!

Mommy picked me up from the Baby Penitentiary early today. She interrupted nap time. I didn't want to wake up but she kept planting kisses all over my face. It occurred to me when we got to the door that Mommy's early arrival couldn't mean anything good. That's right, she carried me off to the doctor!! Naturally I had an absolute fit about being weighed, measured and poked and prodded. Yes, I still don't like my doctor and yell when ever I see him. I am 33 inches tall and 25.14 pounds. The doctor quizzed Mommy on my accomplishments. It seems that the only struggle is the bottle. I just can seem to give up the bottle. I won't drink milk in a sippy cup...No matter what!!! The doctor told Mommy it that since my weight is pretty good it wouldn't hurt me to just cut me off the bottle and force me to drink milk from a sippy cup. He said don't even let me have water. That is cruel!! He inquired about my growing vocabulary. To date I can say: Daddy, Momma, Ba-Ba (bottle), Pa (Pablo--Backyardigan), Dog, Uh-Oh, Uh-Uh (No), Ball, Buddy (that's me) and Dude (Uncle Fester).

Well that is all for now!!