Dad took me back to their bedroom, and they tickled me under my chin. I hate that. There’s a dank, dark nappy brewing just for them. After a while, they got bored of tickling me, and so I ate Dad’s iPhone for a bit and he played me some music. 

Eventually, they took the hint and fed me. After that, Dad tried to put me back in the gravity test lab. I wasn’t having a bar of that. I’d run out of test subjects, and more to the point I had just got up, so I body slammed the rails until he came and got me again. The spy machine helps amplify the satisfying “thunk” my feet make when I hit them against the side of the test lab. 

At least I found Mrs Udders the Cow hiding in a corner of the test lab. She entertained me as I dropped her outside the test lab. Again. I am pretty sure I’ve run out of gravity test lab subjects. I will have to get more from the back of the door the next time Dad picks me up. 

After being fed banana and apple goo again, Dad put me in the play house. There were few gravity test lab subjects that really interested me in the play house. The garbage bin behind the seats had my name on it. I crawled through a tiny gap between the chair and side table, but got stuck again – my nappy makes my butt just too big. Will need to take the nappy off soon to get more wriggle room. Being in stealth baby ninja mode, I made it all the way to the bin after a bit of a struggle. I must have been too quiet because Dad came and got me out of there as soon as I had a lemonade can. I must fake them out better next time. 

I was a bit tired after that. Dad gave me a bit of Mum’s pancake. That’s so much better than my food. I will have to see about getting more of that. What! It was a trick! They put me back in the gravity test lab! And wah! No test subjects! Oh so tired. 

& clunk &

I woke a bit later on my face. This is never good. Still no test lab subjects! Wah! Wah!

Dad came and got me, and changed me. I’m still brewing something special for him. 

They fed me again, and then got me dressed in yet another outfit. I’m not a Barbie doll. Dad is changed, and Mum is rushing around. This can’t be good – we must be going out. The last time I went out, they gave me a bunch of injections in my legs. I still have to pay that back.

Talking about pay back… voila! 

Oooh outside. I love outside. So many more test lab subjects if only I could get my hands on them! 

The car seat. Hrmmph. Oooh car keys. We’re off. 

Oooh baby gym! Yay!

All my friends are here. Awesome. I think I’ll walk today.