I woke up with a stomach ache this morning, which really bites because not only do I feel like crap, but mommy freaks out. She held me like this:
and gave me a tummy rub and “nucky stuff.” I freakin’ hate that stuff! It’s supposed to be “great tasting.” Bull crap. I stomped as much as I could so she would know how angry I was. Then she said that she would get me some critical care, and I’ve heard that stuff is worse than “nucky stuff.” But, after a while, I decided to try and eat something so mommy wouldn’t worry about me at work. But, it was not, I repeat, it was NOT the tummy rub and “nucky stuff” that made me want to eat. I was just doing it to be nice.