Tuesday, August 30, 2011

I have pride, you know…

I refused to look at Mom today when she asked me, “who pooped on the floor?” She didn’t seem very happy about it because she kept talking about it when she cleaned it up. As if that’s going to make me confess. I’m so sure.

I wanted her to think it was Cameron, but she wasn’t buying it. She told me that he’s been potty trained for over 28 years. Big deal. I’ve been potty trained for 14 years (in dog years, of course.) I’ll catch up to him and pass his potty-training streak soon. THEN we’ll see who’s the potty master!

Cut me a break, Mom! I haven’t done this since I was a baby, so OBVIOUSLY it’s because I didn’t want to go outside in my sweater. I look like a bumblebee. It’s embarrassing!

(yes, I’m wearing a sweater… it’s cold today in Seattle!)