Monday, July 11, 2005

Be Careful Who You Call A Baby

I had a fun weekend. Dad went off to see Uncle Mark on an airplane and so Mom and I went to see Grammy and Grandpa. They really like me a lot and I have decided that they are some of my favorite people. I even practiced saying "Grandpa." It doesn't come out right but Mom and Grammy both understood me.

We stopped and saw some other people (Mom's cousins) who said I was a nice boy. I tried to be nice and friendly but I was very tired at that point and I wanted to go to Grandpa's house.

When we got there I headed straight for the swing. This time I held on better. Grammy's cat doesn't like me but I tried to improve our relationship by telling her I really wanted to play even if I am allergic. No luck. She hid from me the whole time.

Grandpa took us to dinner last night at Taco del Mar. I ate all my rice and beans and then some. I love to eat at restaurants and watch the kids. I was talking to a boy and I made the mistake of calling him a baby. He didn't like that and told me that he was a boy and I was a baby. I didn't think he had to get so upset about it.

1 comment:

Carrie said...

Good luck with Kitty, Ben. She didn't like me at first either. But before you know it -- when you come down to stay the night -- she'll be head-butting her way through the bedroom door to play with you at 2 a.m. Just remember to be friendly back at that point. (Or you can blame your Uncle Mark for messing with her time clock.)