Whenever we sit down to eat, Mommy and Daddy prolong my waiting by praying. I have written about this before, but I have now decided a new tactic to combat this delay. I have begun folding my arms whenever I see others do the same. I have discovered that whenever I do so, all present verbally adore my cuteness and are pacified. Thus, when they pray and, most importantly, close their eyes, I am then free to do as I please. When I deem the prayer as having gone too long, I can start pounding on my tray and making loud noises. These buffoons believe they teach me tricks, but in fact, it is quite the opposite. Presented is an obligatory motion photograph.
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