Here's the answer to an age old question. What do guys do on saturday morning? The answer is, watch cartoons, which is what my dad and I are doing - watching Donald Duck cartoons. If you notice, I've also learned to say bye-bye, although not too many people come to our place, so I don't get to practice much. I can clap, too. I've also learned to say no-no, which should be a big help soon when my mom will try to feed me broccoli.
I'm getting a massage from my dad, which always makes me smile. Tinkori makes me smile, too as long as I don't hit it on my head. Also, my dad kept trying to keep me from going to the balcony. What's the point of having a balcony if you're not going to let your only son go there? In addition, I've figured out how remote control works, although in this case I was using the wrong remote for the TV we have in the living room. And when that didn't work, I tried the American way, which is if something doesn't work, bang on it.
Here's my latest friend. Her name is Theresa and she is our upstairs neighbour. She gives me cookies every time we go to her place, but I don't see them once we come to our home. I wonder who eats all those cookies. She is 82 years old and I'll be 1 this month. But, what's 81 years of age difference between friends, right?


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