Apparently I'm "destructive". That's what daddy keeps telling me. Today I ate one of his books. It was a new book and he yelled at me for chewing on it. I guess books aren't worth as much on ebay if they have bite marks on the corners. Something about how now it isn't in "like new" condition anymore. Who knew? I like to think of it as being personalized. What can I say, I like to chew. I'm still exploring the world and trying to figure out which things are edible and which are not. And if you leave things down at my level, I chew on them. Here I am checking mommy's lunch bag for leftovers. There wasn't any.
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