The Chicks Love That Shit

Today, I drove my first Porsche, ate my first Zankou chicken sandwich and went all the way to uncle Corey's mailbox and retrieved his mail. I learned that napping is good, sitting in a poopy diaper is bad and that waking up at 4:30 a.m. crying makes for a rough morning for Mommy. But it all makes for a great end of the day when I got to take a bath with Mommy and my floating marina and read A lot Of Otters, David Goes to School, Petunia and Trucks. Life is good. Now I wish Mommy would stop singing that stupid bunny song and belt out some Dylan or some Yeah Yeah Yeah's. Also, what's with her wearing the same jeans all the time? It's really gross. Can't wait for Christmas. List to follow.