I work so hard that I have to use two irons.
They are both mine.
I carry them all over the house and sometimes I drop them on my toes.
But, I'm tough about it.
One day I pretty much got tired of having no adventures and just spending the day ironing and sweeping.
Mommy was making soup that day,
so I went on a soup making adventure!
Mommy gave me this little pot and some raisins.
I am pretty sure that mommy just doesn't get it.
I am a man and I want to make man size soup.
She threw some great soup fixin's in the trash can.
So, I just dug them right out and got out a man size cooking pot!
Some things needed to cook longer,
so I just put them over in here...
Can you see them?
How about now?
NOW my soup is coming along much better.
Oh, ya, I added some of my lunch.
For flavoring, you know?
Next I made some dessert soup for my Daddy.
He and I are buds.
Sometimes if we have sweets we don't tell Mommy about it.
Uh Oh! She caught me!
After all that soup cookin,
Daddy and I had one more inside adventure.
It was called "How to color all over yourself"
Daddy was just trying to teach me things.
He wrote all over me and teached me all about where my legs and thighs and arms and toes and stuff are.
Mommy--well, she just doesn't appreciate higher learning.
She says it is because now she has to clean me all up.
But, really, she's just jealous of this:
See, I now have a tattoo that says I'm Daddy's Boy.
And I am. Cept when I'm fussy.
Then Daddy doesn't mind sharing me.
Mommy's making me go take a bath now.
Maybe I'll go on a "Splash bubbles all over the bathroom" adventure,
or "Potty in the tub adventure just to make mom scramble"
or something like that.
Sounds fun. See ya around!