If you haven't heard before, I like to chew on things. My favorite is probably my shirt sleeve. I have ruined many shirts because of this (as you can see from this previous post). Mom is really getting frustrated with me. So the other day I started chewing on my sleeve and mom told me no and swatted my hand. I immediately returned the sleeve to my mouth and again she swatted my hand. We repeated this senario several times before I somewhat gave up on the whole idea. She returned to the kitchen and finished making lunch and when she came back she found me like this.
If she doesn't like me chewing my sleeve then how about my sock. She thought it was funny and was somewhat glad I outsmarted her. She was proud that I have some problem solving skills up my sleeve. I don't think she really cares if I chew a hole I my sock because they are little easier and cheaper to replace.
23 hours ago