So,
I’m typing this from Jet’s house, while Mommy is at school, clearly paying attention in class. She says that Dr. Farquharson is full of it. I guess he ate all his veggies, cause that’s when Mommy asks if I’m full.

Speaking of veggies, after we saw Baby Maddie yesterday, Gramma Alice took us out to Cheeseburger In Paradise for dinner. Mommy ordered me a grilled chicken breast with a side of broccoli. Well, I think I made it very clear to everyone in the restaurant that the chicken breast was crap, but the broccoli— oh the broccoli— it was so good, so delectable and delish, that I danced in the little wooden high chair. I ate every last little florette that the entire restaurant had to offer. And then I licked the bowl. It was so good, I wrote a little ode to broccoli, which i would like to share at this time.

Broccoli
OH broccoli
You act oh so cockily,
I chomp you with two teeths
You’re green like christmas wreaths
A veggie, that tastes better than it should
Oh that stoopid chicken was just no good
Where have you been all my life, B?
You look like a me-sized-mini-tree
Just think what you could be
if you were smothered with some cheddar chee (se)
I hope Mommy gives me more
And whatever I can’t finish, I’ll share with the floor.

The End.

So, in other news, Baby Maddie is cute. She squeaks. So I want to grab her because I think she’s a toy and I would really love to just stick her in my mouth. Cause that’s where toys go. Duh. Maddie also looks a lot like her Mommy, except a lot smaller. I didn’t like when Mommy held the little squeaking baby because I needed her to hold me upside down by my ankles and play the bungee jumping game. (only the best game, EVER.)

Gotta run, I think my broccoli has reached the end of the run in my bod.
Yay for Tuesday!
-Hugo