My mom says I’m influencing my baby sister. What fun! She’s getting good at tussling and chasing things and bunny kicks. And she takes the gold in afternoon napping. I think my job here is done.
And good thing. Whew! She could wear a Mancat like me out without the extra energy boost I get from Dad’s morning coffee! I’m not slurping here, I swear! I’m just ever so quickly sniffing the roasty aroma. My sister won’t know. I don’t want to influence her to do bad things.
Well, that was an unfortunate turn of events.