Thursday, November 19, 2009
A big boy room
Oh hi Mom! Hi there. What? You were looking for me for five minutes and calling my name and everything? And worrying I had actually learned to open the door and ran away to the Petco? Gosh, I don't know what that's about. I've been here the whole time.
Oh...well...the reason I didn't come when you were calling...I mean, the reason I didn't hear any such thing...is because I was here in my room. You see Mom, I've decided that since I'm almost two years old now, and so mature for my age, I deserve my own room. I mean, sharing a room with you and the other two is all fine and dandy, but I think I need something a little bit more special, a little bit more roomy, a little bit more just for me and not for anyone else. You understand right? It isn't anything personal. I just feel that in this stage in my life I really need to be more independent and branch out on my own. So! I have now claimed the guest bedroom as "Alven's own personal, just for him, not for you, room!"
Mom, why are you laughing? I'm serious I really did claim it. Right over there by door I rubbed my butt on the carpet so it's pretty much a sealed deal. No going back! You'll see in time that this is for the best. So...if you don't mind, could you close the door on the way out? Thanks! Oh and Mom can you also bring me a biscuit? You're the greatest! Bye!