.. No one’s here but us, and today’s the day you’re supposed to make your mom breakfast in bed, right?
How about a shoe? Nah, I know she doesn’t want a shoe; I’ve never seen her eat one of those before. Not for breakfast, anyway. Sometimes she gives us something she cooked for dinner that tastes like shoe, but breakfast isn’t shoes.
Grass. She eats grass for lunch, but all her special grass is in the refrigerator and the door seems to be completely closed for once. I have tried opening it until my nose is sore. The only cabinet I can open in the kitchen is the one with my food and the tools. I know she doesn’t eat my food and nobody eats pliers that I have ever seen, not even me and Paunnie and we are very good eaters.k
I’ve surfed the counter and I can’t each the fruit. There’s bananas and oranges up there, I know, but I can’t reach them.
I could just re-gift her the headset I took out to the yard to play with last week, but that’s too cheesy.
If I jumped on the kitchen table and walked on that other counter could I find anything? A sponge? Anything good in the sink?
I got it! We will take her out to breakfast. Paunnie can bark, and then i will bark, and to shut us up she will take us to the park. And after the park she will go to Starbucks and buy herself a frappacino! That’s what she wants! Let’s get at it.
She’s right. I’m such a good boy. I love my Mommis on Mother’s Day.