Dear Blog,
Today I finally figured out how the Evil Plan works.
They take me to the Baby Jail (which they try call “The Kids Club”) where they try to leave me with mean Auntie Vito, who stops me from doing fun things like sticking my tongue in the plug, jumping into the deep end of the pool and running with scissors. Paramount to abandonment if you ask me.
But luckily for me I am an advanced baby and I have learnt that if I scream and kick and cry and complain my mom feels bad and comes back, though this doesn’t seem to work so well on dad for some reason. So I carefully plan when to throw a tantrum; it seems to work best when Dad is about to go diving or when Mum is about to go for a massage and they are still within ear shot. If I leave it too late they don’t hear me and I settle down within a minute and play with the great toys...because crying is way too much hard work in this hot weather. However, the Parents
and I have reached a truce – a white flag in the form of a chocolate biscuit. I let them have their play-play time in return for a snack….a great deal from my perspective – I would happily swap the Parents for a chocolate biscuit any day of the week!photos: http://www.cactusblue.com/Fiji u:allaccess. p:letmein
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