Tired of waiting for seemingly forever now on his little yellow tuffet, tiny chumley gently rested his little noggin at the edge of table yesterday while he watched me pack and wrap our latest litter of etched and enameled doxie necklaces.
mom, do u think we could move to the moon? that way, i could nibble on cheese all day, and basically feed myself lunchy lunch, and dinner too. and even snackies would be covered, so I would not be asking u like I might be asking u now for a teeny tiny snackie from my teeny tiny snackie jar. which happens, I see, to be right over there. :)