We've all eaten our breakfast and mom has opened the door to Smidgen's dining room so
I can go in and lick her plate clean she can come out.
Except Smidgen isn't moving!
You hafta understand that I won't just jump up on the counter if I want to get to the dish. I make my climb by way of the toilet seat first. To do that, I hafta go past Smidgen, and, well, that isn't something I care to do. Not that I'm scared or anything...it's just, you know, one of those things.
So I'm just going to sit here in the hallway and wait...
It's been over
a squillion hours an hour and she's still there!
come on, Smidgie, move already!
could it be...
We were all done eating by 7 a.m. and I had to wait
, sitting in the hall way the whole time, until 9:30 before Smidgen would get out of the way!