Sometimes Grandpa reads to me...
...but now and then he gets it wrong, so I have to step in and take control.
I enjoy my daily walks with Mommy and Daddy, but I really hope I inherited Mommy's fashion sense instead of Daddy's (although on this particular walk, I humored Daddy by letting him dress me like him)
Sometimes Daddy falls asleep while walking, so I steer the ship for awhile.
If I pull his left finger, he turns left. Right finger means right. If I pull both, his tongue comes out!
Uh, hey dad? Here in the instructions it says that you're not supposed to leave me unattended.
Just try to take it from me; I dare you.
You and me, kid. Us little ones gotta stick together.
Reflecting back on another eventful day...
