Today Daddy and I met up with my friend Rosie (and her Mommy Jennifer) at the Children's Museum. It was pretty fun. We played in the grocery room and the ball room and the dinosaur room and the farm room. Good times.
But there was a bit of an incident. We were in the farm room, and I went into the barn - you know, where the slides start. Anyway, Rosie was off playing in the field so I didn't have my wing-girl with me, which I didn't think there would be a problem.
Anyway, this kid is in there. Apparently, his Mommy said he was exactly a day older than me. So this kid must have thought he was King Kid of the Farm, because he walked right up to me when his Mommy wasn't looking and pushed me down. Right on my diaper.
I had no idea what to do. I was shocked. I mean, the nerve of that little turd. What, you are a day older than me so suddenly you own the barn? You poop your pants just like the rest of us.
Anyway, Daddy saw it so he came in to see if I was alright. I was fine, but Daddy made me walk away from him.
After we got away from that thumb sucker, Daddy told me when I get bigger he will teach me how to take care of kids like that.
Consider yourself warned, punk.
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