A few days ago I got really scared to go in our kitchen.  I heard a loud boom in the middle of the night that I was pretty sure made by a really tall person I didn't know.  To be safe, I decided to stay under my mommy and daddy's bed for at least a day.  I was really hungry under there.  I could hear my daddy calling me for treats in the morning but I didn't dare come out in case it was the really tall person wearing my daddy's skin like a wetsuit trying to trick me.  Later in the evening my brother Phinny boy (I think that's his name, mommy and daddy call him all kinds of things -- it's either Phinny boy or little shithead, anyway...) told me that he was playing around on the counter the night before and knocked off something that made a loud boom.  So it wasn't a really tall person I didn't know, and thankfully that really tall person didn't skin my daddy and wear him around like a cape.  I love my daddy and would be sad for days if that happened.  Unless of course someone else game me treats and dressed me in fancy clothes and told me how pretty I am.

I love this fancy outfit so much I had to post a photo.