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, September 20, 2005

cheapskates

so after banging my head on the ground a few times, all i get from the folks is an excited happy "timber" chorus from the two of them. i even pointed them in the right direction of thudguard, and they still won't pull the trigger to get me the little helmet.