Wednesday, June 27, 2012
I 'm gonna write a letter to someone, and complain. Mom's supervisor maybe? Do mom's have supervisors?
Mom had to get my sister's jammies on, and needed some place to put me. She didn't want to put me on the floor (not sure why)
and then I hear her laughing as she puts me in my sister's baby stroller. For dolls.
At least she had enough sense to not let Reese push me around (although she did beg to do so)
What's next? A doll crib?
I declare shenanigans.