Last night was a rough one. My teeth hurt and I wouldn’t sleep. Dad & mom tried to console me, mom even slept on my nursery floor. But I was inconsolable. So dad had to finally take me downstairs at 3:30am so I could fall asleep on him after four. Then when he had to wake me a 7:30am, due to nature’s call, i wasnt happy and started crying. This set off a chain reaction…even poor Charlie the cat got kicked by dad when he tried to trip him while carrying me. He’s ok. It’s all good now, but I definitely violated all the rules in “Santa Claus is coming to town.”
