When Daddy told me about Mother’s Day (this being my first and all) I wanted to do something special for Mommy. Daddy suggested we make her a card. I wasn’t quite sure about that idea (still not sure what “cards” are all about — they just seem like small pieces of paper to eat with pictures on them). Daddy went and got the paints and Mommy told him he needed to set up my prison cell (Daddy just said it’s my “mess making play yard” — whatever Dad!) to keep the house clean. So, with the “prison cell” setup in the kitchen, Daddy put on some old clothes, Mommy stripped me down, and plunked me in with Daddy. Daddy explained how to paint — stick my hand in the paint and then rub my hand around the paper. I caught on pretty quick (and only tasted it once). I was enjoying playing with the paints on the “paint plates” and Mommy suggested that we put blobs of paint on the paper. That was a great idea. I found it much more fun to rub the paint around versus going “paint plate” to “painting”. So, I made a bunch of abstract art all on my own. Daddy only helped me with one. I think they’re great. I’m going to save them as “my early works”.
Oh, yeah, I got my first tattoo too! “I love Mom”
Mommy then took me to the bath (she’s telling me that happened “after mopping up the floor, prison cell, Daddy, and me” — Daddy is saying “Oh, whatever, it wasn’t that bad!”). That was really cool too. I turned the water all types of colors that quickly mingled to an icky brown. Still, that was cool!
Off to bed! Night night!