And the beat........goes on

(I reshot this from the other day, which is not hard because he strikes this pose often)

Yo, Tony here,
My favorite toy is in the toybox. I need my mom to get it for me. You see, it's the thumbs thing. I love my football. I can pick it up with my fingernails sometimes but it takes effort. That's tiring and requires sleep. It's easier when mom sends it " out for a pass" she can knock a lamp over real easy.
Our conversations go like this,
Mom
Mom
Mom
Mom
Mom.
Sigh, circle around the basket and knock it over.
Mom
Mom
Hit the ball with the jingle
Hit the other ball with the jingle,
Mom
Mom
Walk over and scratch her chair
That works.

Sometimes I like to put it into to my magic box of Invisibility. I can put my hands thru the holes and torture it. It needs to be punished.
Mom's been sleeping this afternoon because she found out she is now allergic to pineapple. After a trip to the emergency room this morning she has it under control but, the benedryl lives on in perpetuity. No idea what that word means but it was on moms word of the day calendar.
She now has 5 days off. That means snuggles in the morning and late breakfasts. she has been singing a lot lately also. Really high. My ears don't like that. Dad said she should just scratch her nails on the chalkboard and get it over with.
By the way this is my toy box. Mine alone.
Get your own
See you again
Mom says G'day to the Southern Hemisphere! And sweet dreams to the north!