Take that you stupid bastard. How dare you bully the other smaller caterpillar. I'll teach you a thing or two about bullying. I run a tight ship just like my daddy. No one can step out of line or they gonna ganna. Basket.
Should I write down some rules so my toys know what they can and cannot do??
Nah...besides the fact my toys can't read, frankly I can't write either. So not really possible.
Protecting my mattress. Mummy promised to let me sleep on it when I outgrow my cot. I'm told it's a very expensive mattress.
Hmmm, maybe I should learn how to write. And also teach my toys how to read. That way I don't have to keep beating the crap out of the toys every time they do something wrong.
I asked for a piano. All I got was a crappy don't even know what to call it. Sorta like a drum and a gong.
Can't wait to sleep on this mattress when I grow up. My cot is getting a bit tight lately. I need more real estate. This mattress is huge.
Me blowing a raspberry. Darn it, I ganna-ed myself. Ka Poey.
Basket, mummy's laughing at me now. I'm gonna get her.
Just blew a raspberry right on mummy. Ha ha ha
That'll teach her to laugh at me.
Hey lady, watch who you touch. I'm a gangster ok? I slappa you then you know.
Ok lah. You wanna give me a baby massage is it? Make it quick though. My schedule a bit tight today.
After the massage, I feel more relaxed. The last few weeks have been a bit stressful. I felt a bit of tightness around my neck. Much better now.
Wow, I'm feeling drowsy. I think I might ask the lady to come back next time. Daddy, where is your cheque book? Can you make the massage a regular one? I know mummy supposed to give me the massage, but boy does she suck. I end up even more stiff and stressed. I think mummy should just stick to what she is good at which is....ahhh...shopping and ummmm shopping???
Hey lady keep going. My thighs need a rub down. Can't you see I'm standing up so you can proceed???
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