Seriously, he looks more like an alien than ever.
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.
We have to move downstairs because it is getting too hot upstairs. Stevie had to stay in his portable cage for almost an hour before we got his set up done. Stevie is going to sleep downstairs tonight but I have to sleep upstairs because Mommy hasn’t ‘Bob-proofed’ the downstairs yet. I hope Stevie likes it downstairs. I’ll ask him tomorrow.