I have a habit of crawling into a very tight corner and Mommy has a habit of getting upset when she has to move the bed and get me out. So we compromised. She bought me a great big stuffed frog and a big huge stuffed dragon, and put it in the corners so that I can’t climb down into it.
Mommy calls it a compromise, but I think she just made a rule.
Stevie is always concerned about numbers. He said that all of the things in the whole Universe are figured out by using math. And being that he is an alien, I guess he should know. My problem is that I don’t understand counting.
I mean, there is one. There is a couple, a few, a whole bunch and oodles. What is a good number and what isn’t? Like if you had oodles of leaves to eat – that is good. If you had oodles of fire ants, that is bad. So I don’t understand why I should have to know my numbers.
Stevie has gauges and stuff in his cage that have numbers and dials. I don’t have a cage at all, so I don’t know what to do with the number of anything if I did bother to count.