Who's the Boss?

I've been having a little trouble with my parents lately. They can be really disobedient. Often, I provide them with a specific toy that I think they will enjoy. After a minute or two, they just set it aside. I emphatically tell them, "Noooo!!" and give it back to them. Yet, it doesn't seem to sink in.  I have made it perfectly clear to my mom that I like my milk in a particular cup, but she flat-out refuses.  Anytime I see the garage door open, I run to my car, hop in, lock the door, and call to my chauffeurs to let them know it's time to go to the playground. They just don't listen. I hand them the remote, and announce "schooow," yet rarely do they turn on my show. And, I've given them many impassioned talks about how I do not require a daily nap. When are they going to learn who is in-charge around here?? I've got a lot of parent training ahead of me.

I must give each of them some due credit though. Sometimes, they get it right:

My mother has begun supplying me with bath crayons, despite my father's objection that it might teach me that it's okay to draw on walls. I really enjoy these crayons, and the opportunity to creatively express my feelings.

My father got me this jump-o-line, despite my mother's objection that she didn't want this huge thing taking up the whole room. Yes, this bouncy paradise is right here in my house, and it is pure bliss. Thank you, Daddy!

Last, anytime my parents force me to endure a trip to Target, I get to play at this indoor playground afterward. Watch this!

Okay, you better watch this one too.  I don't think the still photo is going to do justice to the joy of the jump-o-line.