Good morn—huh? Mom, why am I not in my hidey hut?
Trick or treat! I found pretty sweets!
What?! These are fake noms?! What kind of terrible trick is this?! I can understand Mom telling me not to nom my new puffin friend, but telling me not to nom these stress relievers is ridiculous: No nomming is a stress enhancer!
Mom, I’m ready for—wait, where am I?! My towel was on Mom’s lap when I fell asleep, but this is definitely not Mom’s lap!
I don’t care if it’s past my bedtime. I am hungry now, and I want noms NOW!
A party wouldn’t be a party without fun and games! After my excellent job guarding mini Bucky, I got to learn a new game: ping pong! Friend gckaf’s ping pong ball confused me: What’s a ping pong ball doing looking like a soccer ball???
Mom tried to teach me how to hold a ping pong paddle, but I was far more interested in the ping pong table itself. The net in the middle of the table was just high enough for my head and front leggies to fit under, but try as I might, I couldn’t fit the rest of me under the net! Out of my way, silly net!!
Bucky, do you see how rude this net is being?! How dare it not make way for someone as important as I am?!
Around 10pm Sunday night, I got up for breakfast, but my plate was completely empty!? (It was also weirdly dark??) My breakfast was so slow in coming that I dozed off! Mom just stood there giggling and taking pictures. How rude!