A Case of the Grumble Gut and Spending Some Nights w/ Grandma and Papa:

Well, I have not been having an easy time with my belly since I stayed at Grandma and Papa's last week. Every time Mommy or Daddy would give me my grub, I got this weird feeling in my tummy that only got worse when they fed me more grub. I tried telling this to them but they just wouldn't listen. I finally got my point across when I made Daddy stay up all day because the ONLY way I would sleep was on my tummy while he drummed on my back. But Ladson, how did that make your Daddy lose sleep? Well, I'm glad you asked. You see, the people Daddy talked to on his Talking Pocket Picture told him he couldn't put me in my own bed like that because I can't roll over on my own and the Snazzy Dressers told him and Mommy when I left the Biodome that they can't sleep with me in their bed because they can hurt me.

Daddy's friend, who always calls him his the Talking Pocket Picture, told him exactly what I had been saying all along about my grub hurting me every time I ate it. The only difference is that Daddy only listened to him because his Tiny Human acted as my interpreter.

Daddy decided that he needed to get me some different grub but he didn't have his or Mommy's Transporter or either one of my Transporter Pods. He got on his Talking Pocket Picture and asked the town if anyone could go get me some. Someone came through but we had to wait until well after I was supposed to eat for the grub to arrive. I wasn't mad though I actually got some sleep without that old stuff in my tummy.

Mommy rushed to give me the new stuff as soon as she got home and we all agreed that I could use a slightly different recipe but it wasn't painful to eat.

Now here comes the fun part. While I was eating Daddy was apparently talking to Grandma on his Talking Pocket Picture because all of a sudden she and Papa showed up in her Transporter and took me back to their house because "Mommy & Daddy needed a break." That's hilarious