As usual, I'm not a big fan of being left on the ground. I usually follow mom around the kitchen with my arms up in the air screaming for her to pick me up....eventually I wear her down and she picks me up. But, let's thin about it....who really wants to carry around a 21 pound dead weight? Apparently, not mom. So, do give her some time and to give me something to do, she plops me down on the cabinet and gives me an apple.
Can't really say I remember being allowed to have a whole apple all on my own, but she just hands it to me and walks off....cool. So, I take a couple chews on my apple, then put it back in the apple bowl and pick up another...chew and repeat! They all taste the same, but I really feel I need to put my mark on each of them.
Can't really say I remember being allowed to have a whole apple all on my own, but she just hands it to me and walks off....cool. So, I take a couple chews on my apple, then put it back in the apple bowl and pick up another...chew and repeat! They all taste the same, but I really feel I need to put my mark on each of them.
Dad's Home! And he brought RED apples!
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she's clearly her aunt marthas niece. don't leave her out around a box of candy either!
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