Sunday, August 17, 2008
I have a nice mom and a mean mom. When they're cooking dinner I like to stand under their feet because it's the best place to lick the floor, and when I'm there, my nice mom usually gives me some food from the counter, and my mean mom chases me over to my bowl by stomping her feet and saying, "Go to your corner!" But also, my mean mom plays monkey with me. That's how I know that "meanness" is a compacated idea.