Licensed to Drive

We stopped by Toy'R'Us today and mom & dad stuffed me into this little car. Dad pushed me around for about five minutes and then slowly removed me from the car. I instantly starting crying and my plan worked...I had pulled it off...dad saw the tear in my eye and melted. It was a thing of beauty...like going to a car lot and driving off with the showroom model...yes, it was straight off the show room floor!

So, if you want to be safe, stay off the sidewalks...I am licensed to ill!

EIGHT is NOT Enough!

Eight is great but certainly not enough,

I am trying to walk but it is extremely tough.

My face gets quite flushed when I am crankin' out a turd,

the smell is very obsene and honestly quite absurd!

My Dinosaur is hungry and I'm not sure what the future holds,

So get out your change, even though I prefer the kind that folds!

Each day I wake, I keep checkin' to see if I'm turning yellow,

don't be a stranger, though, stop by and say "hello"!

With all of that said, I am sweeter than a flower,

Too cute to boot and too Sweet to be sour!

So Sweet, I smell like Roses!

Mimi always said that I smelled like roses, even after I expelled quite a few pungent scents from my posterior area! All I can say is Mimi is quite sweet!

I love Snow Cones!

Is it Football season yet?

I can tell it is getting close to Toe-Meets-Leather because dad has that gleam in his eye...well, at least he has that gleem in his eye when he changes my diaper...anyway, 22 days until GT opens their season with Jax State!

"7" is the Number of Perfection