I Will....

I will, I will, I will, I will.

And Elle MUST keep me from doing it.

I will NOT, I will NOT, I will NOT, I will NOT, I will NOT.

So far she has vacuumed me up (she always finds that crack in the floor I hide in!), stuck me in a bottle (which I broke.), locked me into the back drawer of her desk (which I also promptly broke.)

I will NOT, I will NOT, I will NOT.

But her major mode of keeping me from doing it is hand slapping.

slap slap slap slap slap

Suddenly, I'm reduced to eating cellary.

But we have fun with it. Even when I'm not hungry, I'll pretend I'm sneaking to get a cookie, and we'll have a rousing chase all round the room, that will end up getting Ara wet, poking MD and Briggs, and spilling the cookies.

Dieting with cookies in the house is hard. But I am prevailing over the cookie!