Ut un

That's right, I said ut un, meaning no. Why? Because I can.

My daycare provider is kicking me out in a week and a half. She says she's got someone full-time that she wants to put in my place. Mommy and Daddy are NOT very happy. She was supposed to keep me until June unless Mommy and Daddy gave her two weeks notice. It's not like I really like her, but that's still a little bit rude on her part, don't you think.

I got over that yucky stomach thing, but I think I have a cold now. Mommy gave it to me. She's been being a baby becuase she caught a "viral infection". How could anything be more important than me?

Oh, the doctor said I rated an A+ last week when I was there and I am fine. She liked my hair.

The ladies deli counter at the commisary liked my hair too. They said it was "sexy" and gave me a piece of cheese. Hmmmm - this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.