Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Playing on My Phobias

Mom and Dad were terrible to me last night. They wanted to play a little tennis and so they brought a blanket to the park and set me in the middle of it with a few toys. I yelled in protest: "Hey, don't leave me here in the middle of grass. I HATE grass. I feel trapped." They smiled and said, "Have fun Ben. Watch us play tennis."

I even heard them tell a lady: "It's great. It gives us the freedom we had before he could crawl. He won't move off that blanket he hates grass so bad."

That is RUDE!

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Kinda like an invisible fence . . .it works!

Queen of Carrots said...

Consult your lawyer about your rights on false imprisonment.

Oh wait. You might have a problem there.

Brooks Lampe said...

I feel for you Ben! But wow, think about how romantic it is that your Mom and Dad are playing tennis! That's awesome. I hope they abandon you often for that.