The Attack!

I told dad the other day that I was tired of mom's attitude and that I didn't want to be told when to eat or sleep or anything any more, I'm my own person and I refused to be told how to live, dammit I'm 10 months old!! So, after my rousing speech about personal freedoms and civil liberties, I think dad was on board with my suggestion that we needed to take action to overthrow this tyrant!
So, after we were all chilling in the pool for a while, I saw that mom was getting out of the pool, and we put our attack plan into action!

First dad and I schemed in the pool and planned our next move.

Once we had our attacked plan worked out, dad put me in charge of making sure that the coast was clear, so I stuck my head out and peered around looking for our victim.

Once we made sure that the coast was clear, we moved to part "B" of our plans to overthrown the tyrant: the beach assault!

As we slowly crept up the beachfront, we saw mom coming and I tried to make a hasty retreat back into the water, but my "co-conspirator", my brother in arms, my dad, held me down and turned me over to mom! That treasonous Benedict Arnold! Sure, I'm so exhausted I'm on the verge of a breakdown, but its up to me decide when I'm tired and ready for a nap, and I didn't say I was ready! I demand to be given some say in the decisions that effect my life!
Mmmm....Okay, all that being said, I'm ready for my nap now, mother, take me to my closet.