Let's talk about my mother first. I love her dearly but she is crazy. All that talk about Islamic swimsuits and hating the beach. Whatever. Stop whining, buy some sunscreen and a hat and call Jenny Craig! And throw away that bag of Dove chocolates we all know you're hiding in the cupboard.
I don't know what she is so worried about. I'll be fine on the cruise. I'm getting her ready for it right now. All she has to do is hold me non-stop. I'll be perfectly happy. It's so easy. I don't know what her problem is. Just drop off Danny with the other kids for play time. Then walk around and hold me. Simple. She can stop worrying about lugging around that bulky double stroller. She won't even need it.
I may not be old enough to get in the pool, but there's no age limit to relaxing on the beach and eating sand with my favorite punching bag, Rusty!
I can hardly wait...for the sand eating. Not punching Rusty. He just might be bigger than me by then!
The search begins!!!
ReplyDeleteCathy has been hiding Dove chocolates in the cupboard? Which one?
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry, but you won't be matching any earrings with that bikini. That bikini won't fit you when you are TWELVE YEARS OLD. Besides, Mommy won't let you were the bikini.
Love, Daddy