Finally wrestled the computer away and managed to set up my own Blogger account. Now my posts will be signed off under my name, yay! Hacking into mom's account and posting under her name was getting tiresome.
Okay, there is this stuff, it's called chocolate. It looks kinda gross. Usually when I see something that color, mom is telling me to hold still and don't kick my feet in it while she changes my diaper. But this chocolate stuff is different. Grownups will have it hidden in fancy boxes or bars that look like remote controls, which are another tasty treat entirely and also have batteries, one of my favorite things in the world.
But anyway, back to chocolate. Try to get them to give you a piece of this chocolate stuff, you won't be sorry. Some adults will try to say chocolate is bad for babies and take it away for you. These people are either:
a) Wussies who probably drink organic soy milk and eat wheatgrass ORHere is a little instructional video for you. Note that even when I drop the chocolate I don't give up. Just grab it and keep on going. Hear that little sigh I let out at 22 seconds? Yes, it tastes THAT good.
b) Trying to keep it all for themselves. Selfish!
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