Daddy was not kidding when he said I had to earn my breakfast. I thought he was joking, because he did not ask for cash when he delivered it.
Here I am eating my pancake.... No he does not give me syrup. I already ate my blackberries. So how much could a pancake and blackberries cost?
Daddy shredded a bunch of paper, so to earn my breakfast, I had to take up the trash. Who knew he would shred a rain forrest and the bag would be bigger than me.
Ok, I got it this far. I am going to take a shower and change my clothes. Does anyone know any thing about child labor laws? I need a lawyer.
Dog and I talked and we had enough earning our breakfast for one day.
We are on strike and waiting for Daddy's boss to show up. That's right! My Mommy, she will put a stop to this.
Nope we are not moving!
When mommy came home, I got changed again and got to be a kid!
I love it when mommy is home. I don't have to work for my dinner.
Look at a close up of me.... I took it myself.
I am trying to look serious.... like I am seriously having a good time with my mommy!!!
Life is not that bad with daddy, but lets be honest, mommy are just a lot nicer.
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