So let me tell you like it is. My mom is getting better. She had a little set back with her foot, and now she's on crutches, but Gpa has a set of crutches that I can use, so I can give Mom a run for her money.
My Gpa takes me for swimming lessons every week, usually on Mondays. He makes this big deal about my kicking and using my arms. Grown-ups get excited about the most trivial things. One thing I love about Gpa is that he doesn't talk down to me. I've been trying to understand what a clutch is. He says it means more than one thing. Geez. He said the next time we're in the garage, he's going to show me. He and I built a cup holder for Mom's crutches. Once Gpa tells me what a patent is, I'll suggest we file one.
Dad is so awesome. After dinner, sometimes takes me for a walk on Ring Mountain, the preserve behind our house. He also takes me to school on the bike. The only thing he doesn't like about me is when I have the urge to lick his face. It really bugs him.
Grandmamma took me to her school one day so I could see how well her students listen to her. Sometimes I don't like listening to my teachers, so I wanted to see what happens at her school. The kids were really nice to me, but Grandmamma was a little peeved when one kid was showing me the globe and told me that Cuba was a bad country. Now she says she has to play me some music from Cuba so I'll know that any music that sounds like that can't be from a bad country. She also took me to the zoo, but we were so slow (observant is the word she used) that we only saw a few animals. The only time I cried was when a seagull ate my hot dog while Grandmamma was running inside to get napkins.
Mom loves to play trains with me. She builds the best tracks, shows me that every engine has its own voice, and doesn't get tired of playing with me, even when I become a storm and destroy all the layout.
Well, I could say a lot more, but this is my mom's blog. Okay, one more thing. I'm learning how to tell a joke. I ask, Why did the man throw the butter out of the window? Then the grown ups say, I don't know, why? Then I say, because he wanted to see a butterfly. Then they start laughing and think I'm very cute. It's actually a little annoying, but how much can you complain when they say, "You're the cat's meow."
Now, I get that they like me, but just what the hell does it all mean?
