Rough Week

I've had a difficult week. Tuesday, I jumped off the coffee table and landed on my hip. At first, my leg hurt so bad that I couldn't walk, so mommy rushed me to the doctor. (Mommy and Daddy always tell me to get off the coffee table. I finally decided to listen to them, and look what happens.) I decided to wait until the doctor came into the room to start walking again, just to teach mommy a lesson. Even though my injury didn't keep me off my feet for long (I've climed a few pieces of furniture since then, mind you), the leg is still a little tender, and I'm a little gimpy yet.

I think I'm willing to start coffee table negotiations, but mommy and daddy are going to have to put a sweeter offer on the table (the figurative table, not the coffee table), before I stop climbing it entirely.

—Little Meyer

Girls Dig the Belly Button

So that I can forget about today (I had a doctor's appointment—you know how that goes), I want to tell you about last Friday. Daddy and I were at the play place at Bellevue Center, and this cute little girl totally put the moves on me. She hugged me and played with my hair and stared at me with her big, blue eyes. Dad said that I locked up, but I was totally smooth. I kept my cool until the time was right. Then I pulled up my shirt and showed her my belly button. She won't forget that any time soon.

—Little Meyer

Double Standard

For some reason unknown to me, Curtis is allowed to sit, stand, or lie on the coffee table (or on my table, for that matter). I am not. In fact, I am scolded for climbing on any furniture. This capricious rule-making and enforcement is a problem—an injustice—and I will not stand (or sit or lie) for it!