Oh, Freddy here. Maybe you guessed that.
I just got home from camp. I would have bellyached told you about it, but it came as a total surprise to me. There I was, having a lovely morning nap mid week (last week) and Daddy swooped me off my feet, tossed me in the car, and plopped me at camp.
And there I stayed for a very long time. Five days. Everyone there knows me, so really it was OK. When Mommy came to get me e-a-r-l-y this morning, one of my camp counsellors warned her that I probably wasn't out yet this morning. They don't let me out at 3 am like Daddy does, so I really really really had to go pee-pee. Phew. I made it. Pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-peeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Gosh, that felt good. Mommy put me in the car and in all my bouncing around excitement, I finished up the rest of my morning constitutional on her and the front seat.
When I got home, the first thing I did was look for buried treasure in my kitchen chair. Then I tried to dig to China. You knew that the entrance to China is also in this kitchen chair, right?
I've taken myself out (and brought myself back in) about twenty times.....I can open doors, remember? What? You don't remember my tutorial on opening doors? Well, read about it here. I'm brilliant. You DO remember that part, right?
Actually, every new day is the best day of my whole life.
You need to remember that.
And now, I think I'll take a nap.