whatcha doin', daddy?

apparently, daddy couldn't get any work done while sitting at the dinner table because i was bothering him, so he moved to the couch, thinking that if he sat there, i would play quietly on the rug. he was wrong! he should know better than to put a big shiny thing in front of me and expect me to ignore it. silly daddy!




after seeing that daddy was writing a story, i decided to help him. here's what i wrote: `1qW@~sA3E#~wQ! it must have helped, because daddy moved back to the kitchen table. whatever he was writing, he better give me a double byline.