Take Your Best Shot

I think Daddy and I had our first fight today.

It all started when we went to the doctor again today. We were in that room where you do nothing but wait, and Daddy was playing with me. He held me up in the air, and since I had eaten breakfast just an hour before... well... you know... I kinda reversed gears. All over Daddy.

So he had to take off his sweater in the waiting room. I don't know what the big deal was. I thought it was a grey sweater, but Daddy said it was cashmere.

He musta been really mad, because right after he took me in back and they gave me a shot right away. But you know what, I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of crying, so I didn't make a peep. Not a cry, not a tear, not a yelp.

Daddy said I was the toughest baby ever. Maybe now he knows who he is dealing with. That being said, I'll try not to puke on him any more.