The Baby here.
If you think I'm looking a little miffed, you would be correct. As usual, it's all Mommy's fault. Because she made a movie of me playing on the dining room table--it was great--I was running 'round and 'round, killing the shoelace and generally acting like a wild thing. And then...we discovered that the battery ran down partway through our play session and Mommy only got a few seconds of the action!
Cod, she's inept.
Compounding her sins, she didn't wipe my eye boogers off before she took this photo. Pathetic.
Anyway, I made her fancy it up with a title and stuff, and here it is, thirty-seven seconds of what was at least a good two minutes of vigorous Whitester action.
I'd trade Mommy in, except she has such mad skillz with the toys, and (and this is the kicker) she just gave me a fresh hot towel to skoochie up on.
XX The Baby XX