The Jackeroo Files...
In the afternoon, we
traipse over to Chinatown. Grandad clearly isn't used to handling
a stroller, because he keeps running me into peoples' heels. They
don't like him very much in the Chinese supermarket.
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The whole Chinatown thing is pretty
cool; more people than I'm used to seeing in the 'burbs, that's
for sure. Different stuff, too. Here's me with some cool stuff
Grandmom decides we need to go toy shopping in this mall. What a mistake! Grandad nearly pops his cork wheeling me around the narrow aisles of the toy store, knocking over precariously balanced displays and running over other customers' feet. Fortunately, no violence ensues, and we escape unscathed. |
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If you ask me, I think Grandmom needs a bib, too. |
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After another night's snooze, we are
up early again, playing in the big bed. I could sure use one
of these as a playpen, y'know? In any case, I love this; isn't
being the center of attention at all times what it's all about? I know this outfit is a little skimpy for going out, but do the parents or grandparents care? Noooo.... |
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After
a yummy meal (hey, what do I know about food? They give me gooey
stuff in a jar and I love it), it's staying-up-past-bedtime time
again. Here's Grandmom and me in our PJ's (no, I didn't stab
her to death, in case you're wondering!) in the big bed.