coo's from the crib (or, my life as a baby)

Every morning on the way to day care, I tell my dad what's on my mind. I've asked him to pass the news on. I'm sorry if he misinterprets some of my coos as swear words....sometimes I get so frustrated that he doesn't get it right. But, hey, I'm just a baby and lack the manual dexterity to type for myself.

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

red, bulbous pentapuss

my god, i'd love to get this thing in my mouth., but i just can't get it any closer.

daddy calls it a pentapuss. apparently, its very similar to an octopuss, but its missing 3 legs. i don't quite understand. he grabs it from me and dances around singing "pentapuss, pentapuss, pentapuss!" it makes a baby want to scream! even i know the difference between a fictional creature and a toy. moron.