Dear Aunt Vessie,
thank you for sending me this new outfit in the mail! When your package got here, we were so surprised. Mom put it on me first thing this morning.
After my mom buttoned the last button, my first mission was to investigate Mom’s camera bag.
I had to verify that my mobility was unimpeded.
No troubles there. The leggings are nice and stretchy. The short sleeves leave my arms nice and free, and my baby hands are quite unobstructed.
What to do next? Obviously, it was time to blow some raspberries.
I’m pretty good at those, FYI.
I moved to the left, I moved to the right.
Look Mom! I’m going to catapult myself off this chair! Won’t Aunt Vessie be impressed?
That mom . . . she was like “whaaaaa!?” Then I had to get down from the chair.
But that’s okay, because I had tons more to do in this outfit.
Like send a couple work emails for my mom on her laptop while I answered a call from her boss.
“Ba,” I said. Then I added “mama,” and blew a raspberry for good effect.
I think the message came across loud and clear.
It’s important to communicate clearly and concisely in the business world.
Then I typed a few of my mom’s personal emails. “Yes, we’d love to have a playdate a week from Friday,” I responded.
Except it came out more like “xhihdislnfduisl,” so my mom had to retype it.
Anyway, I can’t wait to see you, Aunt Vessie.
Well, I’m off to do my rounds in the bedroom: 1) Tug at laundry basket until it falls over; 2) Pull over small mesh trashcan especially if there’s plastic stuff inside; 3) Investigate doorstop; 4) Try to get under bed, and 5) Scoot into bathroom and try to make it to the toilet before my mom stops me.
By the way, did you know there’s a little plastic part on toilet bases that you can totally remove and put in your mouth? You should look at your toilet–you probably have one too.
Yeah, it’s shaping up to be a busy morning.