Now that the weather has turned sunny and pleasant in the afternoon, I've been going down to the park more. I'm a big fan of wide open spaces that allow me to run. Just Monday Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle Bret, Mom and Dad, and I went to the park so that I could run around. What fun I had! Especially when I made Dad carry me back up the hill. After that we went to Izzy's Pizza where I ate just about as much as everybody else (and for free!). I think we were belatedly celebrating Dad's birthday or something.
Yesterday we went to a rally for Mom's work. Thousands of teachers and friends of teachers (like me) turned out, and we walked up and down the sidewalk encouraging people to wave and honk. Dad carried me, so I thought it was good times.
Dad and I were having a talk the other day about elbows and knees and how I've got both of them and where they are and stuff like that. Today I explained about elbows to Mom while Dad was gone. He apparently thought this was very cool when he got back.
I also told my Dad to cut the string on my balloon, something he didn't quite understand at first because, well, his French isn't as good as mine. For some reason Dad thought this was totally cool tool.
Conclusion: Dad's weird.