My Furry Sibs

There are a lot of confusing things about my furry siblings, Charlie and Sushi. Apparently it's ok for them to eat my puffs, but I'm not supposed to eat theirs? Why do I have to wear pants if they don't? And no, I don't see the correlation between "don't play with the dogs' water" and the floor here is now slippery. I would like my meals from now on to also be presented in a trough like manner, so I don't have to bother with the evil spoon, masquerading as a plane or choo choo. And let's talk about the high chair - you're not fooling anyone with the cute rainforest toys, it's still a restraining device, designed to keep the man down. C'mon over to my bumbo, Charlie. You're welcome to share my mum-mums anytime!