My Mom and Dad are pretty bummed that they couldn’t get me into therapy right away. Me… I’m thrilled! I’m not one for therapy. I don’t get it… why I have to work so hard doing things that seem pointless and quite honestly, are HARD! But, I hear their whispers and I’m kinda getting the feeling I’m going to have to start therapy next week.
Not. Looking. Forward. To. Therapy!
That’s why I was thrilled to have a guys day with Dad and B today. Dad took us to a place called Tiny Town. It’s a town… that’s tiny. Tiny buildings like a post office, police station, homes, farms, even dinosaur ridge! But what’s really fun about this place, they have a small train I can ride!
After that, we ate at a gigantic hot dog. Yes, AT a gigantic hot dog. It was so funny to see a restaurant with a huge hot dog in it.
But, like most days, that wore me out. Both me and B feel asleep on the way home. Even though I didn’t have to walk a lot, I was exhausted. Just being awake for some time takes all my energy.
So, when I got home, I found myself on my 2nd “bed” again for another long nap.
And I have a third bed too… this is me the day before on the basement sofa.
I guess it’s safe to say, I’m sleeping around…