Friday, April 17, 2009

April 17, 2009

Give me a plastic bottle...

and I'll be happy for a while. The tall guy is good about making sure I don't eat the cap or the label and when he sees that I'm about to break the bottle, he takes it away from me. I don't understand, but he says that plastic is not good inside my stomach. Then he puts it inside this magic box that he calls the 'trash can'. I can't get into the 'trash can' box like I can get into my toy box. One of these days I'm going to look inside the 'trash can' box and see what all stuff I can find! I bet there are a LOT of toys in there that the tall guy is just saving for a special occasion!


  1. Hey Jack,
    Our Rama puts water bottles in the freezer on a hot day, removes the lid when frozen and then we have a cold toy and can get some cold sips...lotsofun!

    You are a beautiful boy and Sassy drools on the keyboard when she sees you!!!

    Licks and sniff,
    Zack, Sassy and Buddy

  2. What a great idea! I'll do that right now!