07 September 2008
I heard what you said on the phone this afternoon, daddy, so here's a picture I had mom take after lunch. She was doing something in the hallway, and when she was done with the hammer, I figured I'd see what I could do with it. Eventually (after taking my picture, of course) she took it back and put it away.
While she was putting it away, I snuck into the bathroom. I played with my shampoo for a few minutes (but that was boring, I do that all the time), then I gave the roll of toilet paper a few spins. While I was watching the toilet paper accumulate on the floor, I saw something in the trash can that really caught my attention. So I grabbed it. And ate it. It was really good. I only got to enjoy that for a few minutes before mom yelled, "Yucky!" and started squeezing my cheeks til I lost a few pieces. She said, "That food was too stale for the cat, that's why it's in the trash! Don't eat it!" Then she sort of laughed, so I don't think she was really too mad. She also said, "Ew!!" a few more times.
I don't know what the big deal was.