Today I celebrated a milestone -- I'm now one month old! So, to celebrate, I asked for a martini. I got milk. I asked for a chocolate cake with extra frosting and nice colorful sprinkles. I got milk. I asked for a steak, medium rare, with all the fixings. Again, I got milk. I decided to just give up and ask for a glass of milk ... at which point, they decided to give me a bath.
Oh, the indignity.
There is a distinct problem with this communication thing here. For my revenge, I got to pee on daddy. And then poo all over the changing mat. They laughed with disgust and called it "projectile pooing". I'll call it about even. They sure need to work on this stuff before my first real birthday!
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