Dad seemed to think this was great, but put me on my tummy again so I can't figure him out. Anyway, this morning I thought enough is enough and every time they rolled me on my tummy I went right back! Three times until they gave up (I may have cried a little, but only to let them know that this was cruel and unusual treatment).
They finally seemed satisfied with this so I spent the rest of my morning play-time with duck and lion and the weird singing flower who just hang there nicely and don't bother me too much.
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| Me after rolling over. Can't a guy just lie back and check out his toys? |







