This is how big I was at nine weeks. I can remember standing on my tippy-toes to see what planter mix really looked like. Those were the days when I absolutely had to know just everything about EVERYTHING.Since then, I've learned better. I still have trouble with envelopes at work. My favorite thing still is to pull them out of the wastebasket or from under Mom's desk and to make doilies out of them. If I were in Japan, I would be considered an artist in Kirie or Senshi. But here, in Mom's office, it's just being like a "bad dog".
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