This morning, mom helped me on the big bed with her and dad. I was sleeping so well – just snoring away. Then mom decided she *had* to go to work – why mom – why? So I snorted my thoughts on that which woke up daddy. Then it led to why is Bacon on the bed stealing my blankets? Come on dad. We’ve been down this road before. It’s what I do. Snorts with piggy laughter.
Then dad had the nerve to call me fat. Not pleasantly plump. Not fluffy. Not big. Fat. FAT. Really dad? Are we naming names now? You want to hear what I call you? NOT THE MOMMY! Snorts.