the great escape!! (part 2)

Today while at Los Charros (which has great Quesadillas), I managed once again to undo the clip on my stroller and free one leg.

I was overcome with exhilaration! I could taste the breath of freedom as it poured into my lungs. I looked up at dad, he was talking with mom, so I took my chance. I leaned forward and grabbed the edge of the chair, pretending that I was going to try to eat my toes again, but this time I kept going!
I could almost smell the sweet apple pie and savor the smells and sights of the open sea, all I had to do was flip out and get through the door.

But then dad caught me, the smeghead. He must have noticed out of the corner of his eye that I had been leaning over and noticed that the belt was now unfastened.

as he picked me up, I faked a cry to dissuade him from further diplomatic action, but to my dismay I picked up chatter that they were going to get a new stroller, with a 5 point belt to replace this one.


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I had my vengeance tonight when I was put to bed. As normal I refused to go gently into that good night, and as always, I rage and rage against the dying of the light. But tonight I whipped out my secret weapon, one that has been in development for a while.

"mama...mama..." which had the desired effects of awwhs and ooohs from my matronly assailant. When I heard her leave the room and bring dad in, I reiterated, strongly, like any smart US Senator should have about the recently passed FISA bill (WHAT WERE THEY THINKING, ESPECIALLY YOU, OBAMA!?!) "MAMAMAMAMA!"

oh and re-emphasized my name for dad.

"BOB!"

which, much to his chagrin, caused him to leave the room distraught.


I end this post with some words from the great wordsmith himself-
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."
Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2)



adieu, adieu, parting is such sweet sorrow.