First off, ever since my Dads built me my very own bathroom right next to my bedroom, they've been trying to enforce a "using the potty" rule. Totes annoying. Like, why would I want to get out of bed if I can stay warm and pee in my cozy diaper? I just don't get the upside. Here's the deal. I'm totally cool peeing in the potty — but #2, nah, not quite ready for that. Deal with it. But as you can see by this photo, I am loving the whole "wash my hands" thing.
Also, I'm in a big-boy bed now. My Dads were so worried about the transition... but it's been going well. Probably because I haven't figured out that I can leave my room whenever I want. We'll see how things progress.
Lets see, what else... I went to a fun birthday party last week for my friend Chase. We took a group photo together. I'm the cute, well-behaved one... second row on the right.
My Dads took me to a store and told me I could get anything I wanted. I thought how generous. I wonder what the sign outside stood for. It said "EVERYTHING'S A DOLLAR." Regardless, I loved my rocket launcher. See for yourself.
Not much else new to report. I did wake my Dads up at 5am the other day. I was just lying in my bed thinking, I'd really like a donut. So I screamed for them to come get me. And I flat out told them "I want a donut." Who has the energy to argue with me at 5am. Not these guys!
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