The Boy's Revenge

So while I had my mom distracted with some spilled juice the other day, I was able to sneak on here and get her password to her blog.

Heh heh heh.

So here's what's up: After two-and-a-half years of them jumping and rushing every time I scream, they are trying to get me to talk. "Use your words," they say now, instead of just saving us all time and just getting me what I want!

How dare they! I have that screech perfected. No one can just ignore it. And now they want to render me powerless by sounding like them?! And they punish me! They make me sit by the wall, they won't let me watch my videos over and over. Someone contact the authorities already!

But now that I have gained control of Mom's laptop, I can watch my videos all I want... starting now. Enjoy!

I like this banana... she's kinda cute.

This one is on one of my favorite Sesame Street DVDs. Mom took it away because she thinks I watch it too much and I always jump up and down on the couch when it comes on. Why do parents always have to ruin the fun?

These guys crack me up! And THEY don't have to use their words, Mom!!!!