Mama was reading The House At Pooh Corner to the kids, and now she’s decided I’m Tigger.
Here’s her reasoning:
- He thinks he’ll eat anything, but in reality there’s only one thing he’ll eat. (I disagree. He eats extract of malt. I can’t imagine putting that in my mouth)
- He’s an optimist. (just because I always think Mama calling Princess means it’s time for a walk. Or when someone puts on shoes it must be time for a walk. Or when anyone gets out the cutting board it must be meat. I hardly think that qualifies as an opti…oooh is that cheese?!?!)
- He bounces everywhere. (okay, that one is me too. I do have a pretty bouncy run)
So…what do you think? Does it sound like Mama’s right? Or am I just my own man?