A Diabolical Karate Roll
As Logged By: Agent Chase Mommy's precious sanity time Has turned into a karate climb. Now I'm sitting next to stinky socks Wondering why they're balancing on rocks. Mommy's talking is going well, When, suddenly, there's a stinky smell. Everyone wants to think it's me But, could it really be Mommy? I'm so, so, so, so bored. I'm the only baby in here, so that means I'm stuck alone in a portable play pen. Meanwhile, Mommy's doing some sort of obstacle course. Whatever it is, she's sweating and panting worse than a horse. If only I had my diabolical tools. I could be plotting and planning while no one is watching. I could come up with many a great scheme and some tremendous ideas to drive Mommy and Daddy crazy. To make a perfect stink! PHEW! Speaking of stink, couldn't Mommy have set my play pen somewhere else? This basket of socks is putrid beyond stink. Any worse and it would be giving ...