Otherwise titled "You can run faster with no pants on"
Dad made me put on my coat on again. I can't believe it. I love him and all but he is one dense guy. I mean really, is it that hard to see that I DON'T WANT a coat on? I'm kicking, I'm screaming, I'm throwing my head back as if to beseech the heavens and still he doesn't get it. I don't like coats.
Don't get me wrong, it's not like I don't like ANYTHING... just stuff they want me to do. Pesky little things like eat and get out of the bathtub and come inside after playing with the puppies and stuff like that. These people are SO hard to train. It's like they don't WANT to learn. I eat when I am hungry, I sleep when I am tired, and I wake up when I am ready to wake up regardless of what time it is.
I just wish they weren't so stinkin quick. Even when I'm fresh and energized right out of the bathtub, I still get snagged before I can make a break for it. But they are getting old and slower. I just have to bide my time. Half way through changing my diaper, I'm getting quick enough to roll completely over, but I just can't seem to get to the ground. Once there, I sure that with out my pants on, I will be unstoppable.
Until then, I must rely on my sneakiness to have any fun here. Even so there are many "why" questions that I am plagued with everyday. Like why is it bad to see what floats in the toilet? I mean aren't they curious too? I'm sure dad is. Or why can't I see if one box of Kleenex can cover the whole floor. I have never been able to satisfy these and many other questions that have been burning inside. But I vow that one day they will be answered. Like I said, they are getting old and I just have to bide my time.
