I am learning tolerance. Tolerate means different things to different people. Aunt Fancy doesn’t tolerate empty drinks – especially if they are on the coffee table. Mommy doesn’t tolerate bugs. Stevie doesn’t tolerate car rides and I don’t tolerate being stuck with nothing to do.
I hate having a sore leg for 2 reasons.
1. Mommy tricks me into the icky medicine, and it makes me sleep all day and night.
2. There are dust bunnies under the couch but I am not allowed to chase them because I have to stay immobile until Wednesday. And those dust bunnies better still be there on Wednesday. My leg doesn’t even hurt, but when I try to get off my bed, Mommy flips out.
When I get bored I stick my bad leg out and Mommy comes running. It is entertaining.