he held me for a long time while mommy took photos of me. i decided enough was enough, so i gave daddy the signal that i wanted to get down by burying my head in his arm.
mommy kept reading to him all this nonsense about me going through my teenage phase and that i would calm down when i reach one year of age. i buried my head deeper and when i peeked up, daddy still had not knelt down to let me jump down!
i hid my head again. mommy and daddy laughed at me because my leg was hanging down so low. grr, that made me so angry.
when daddy finally let me hop away, i ran back to my playpen and foot flicked him not once, not twice, but three times and would not come back out for hours and hours.
