Mister happy just got up from his nap. He was a little hot in his bed under all the covers and came out all mad. He came down the hall to the office where I’ve been playing on the web all afternoon and he said

“I’m all sweaty.”

I laughed because he really did look pretty wet but when I went to pick him up he didn’t want me to come close.

“I’m all sweaty. You not touch me.” Then he got really mad at me, sat down in his toy box and yelled.

“You not do anything, you stop thinking anything.”

So there…I’ve been told.