evening ritual

if there's one thing i've learned from my old man, its how to relax. not only do i see him sitting around watching tv and drinking a beer while mommy helps me with the laundry and sweep the floor, he's taught me how to enjoy the moment. i've even picked up on a ritual of his. many nights after dinner, i'll take my bath, throw on my favorite robe, grab something to read and head for the john. nothing's finer than taking my time to read a good article while sitting on the potty.

i'll eat just about anything

i like to think that i'm a good eater. pretty much anything the folks put in front of me, i'll gobble up. now, i'll take my time with some of it, mind you. for instance, i LOVE fruit. it's just so juicy and yummy. i like vegetables, but seeing as how they're not as exciting, i might take a little time with. i'm finding that i like grown-up sweets like ice cream and cookies. i like the taste of my fingers, crayons, toys and even rocks. basically, anything i can put my hands on, i find intriguing enough to taste.


(that's a tomato, not an apple)

have you seen cali?

"lally?!?!?"


LLALLY!


dammit.

will work for food

you might think that being a baby is pretty easy. well, not in this household. at the early age of 15 months, my folks starting making me earn my keep. no longer do i get free room and board. as i think back on it, it actually started some time ago when daddy confiscated a $20 bill that i received as a gift. it had been posted on the bulletin board, but come to think of it, it's mysteriously disappeared since the move.

i digress. they actually put me to work. what the hell kind of treatment is that? shouldn't it be against the child labor laws to make a baby do chores? its bullsh*t, i say!