Captain Howie, G, Me, and Liana chilling up in the Wood. |
Now after those formalities... back to the reason you are here right now. That is me, if you were not sure. Let's talk about my exercise plan that I currently am working with. My mom puts me on the ground and I get on my fingers and toes like I am a strutting bear. Once I am in that position, the possibilities are endless. I can:
- Rock back and forth like I am revving up to go nowhere
- Move backwards (this is not crawling, it is an involuntary equal and opposite reaction to option one)
- Drop my face quickly into the ground resulting in me being picked up due to tears
- Pelvic thrust the floor like some strange version of the Time Warp (this really drives me insa-a-a-a-a-ne
- Drop to a prone postion like I am in combat
- Go to a higher elevation so I can locate my binky, rattle, party elephant or any other thing to put in my mouth
- Show off my rocking imitation junk filled diaper booty (it's phat!)
- Practice being a center for an NFL team
- Become a bridge/mountain for the constant reliving of the wedding from Little Mermaid or Aladin III that has been going on non stop during daylight hours for about a week now by my sisters
- (Insert your own interpretation here. Chances are I have done it)
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