Me and mum talked about what I wanna put in this next post, and we agreed, mostly her, that we’d talk about how I play and she yells at me and I yell at her when she picks up my paper balls or some other toy. Continue reading
Mum and me were talking about this next post and we both agreed on what we were going to write about. Continue reading
Me and my Scribe were talking about this post and I allowed as how I’d let her put one more song on my Blog, Life with Luna…. Continue reading
Mum and me were talking about this next post and she promised me that she would write what I wanted. She must say that she is my Scribe. Continue reading
Me and mum were talking about this post and she talked me into posting what the title above says. Continue reading
Mum and me were talking about my next post earlier. I told her I didn’t want her to do it and she told me she would. Well …. Mum won because she knows how to spell and I don’t, so … here goes Continue reading
Luna nails in my best chair and me, egging her on to get her nails out of the fabric. It wasn’t happening, even with her trying, desperately, to get her nails un-stuck. Uh uh, no way Jose. With each foot released from the fabric, the other one would get stuck just a little higher. So in order for one foot to be released, the other one had to be higher, she was starting to go up on tippy-toes. Her feet kept going higher and at one point she made the decision… “if I can’t get loose and keep my back feet on the floor, there’s only one way to do it. Climbing is the only option!” And just like that, the back feet dug into the chair and she began climbing. Foot by foot (hers) once she got to the top, all nails released and end of story.