Dames is from Mars

Oh hey, Mom.

It's me, Brynn.

 

'Member what I said yesterday about me and Dames being thick as thieves? Well, sometimes it's true.

 

Like, with this shape sorter thing, it's basically the first thing I want to do every morning, and Dames helps me.

 

We also like to play with these tiny cars. Neenee said it was good, but we should sing the clean-up song and put them back when we're done. (Told you before: She's weird.) Anyway, I did it, and Dames helped again.

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Haha, it was funny when Neenee held up a book and told us it was story time... Dames and I went like this, "I don't THINK sooooooo!"

 

It was a great day!

 

Then Neenee said it was time for an adventure, and we know what that means: Let's BRUSH OUR TEETH! I mean, Dames is right there with me. He totally gets how teeth-brushing is the highlight of any day.   

 

The difference of opinion came in when we got to the park.

 

You see, there was a train. And it was LOUD. Like, if I had been wearing pants, it woulda scared them off of me. (So lucky I wasn't, right?) Anyway, while my ears are bleeding, dummy Dames is jumpin'-up-and-down excited! I'm all, "WHAT is the matter with you? We could've DIED."

 

Here. This pretty much sums up how we were feeling:

 

Then Neenee spotted some cones, so we went over to see them. Again, Dames is like, "I never get out! These are the coolest things I've ever seen! Let's run around them!!"  

 

I was mortified. All I could do was mumble, "How OLD are you?!"

 

OK, Neenee thinks you're going to think I had a terrible day, but I'm just explaining to you how dumb boys can be. Neenee said I have to put this photo in--just so you know I'm still happy, too!

 

Anyway, speaking of happy, in honor of me completing my first full week with Dames and Neenee, here's a funny story--

 So, this morning, I was killing some time, thoughtfully emptying Neenee's key bowl for her.

 

Aaaaand just about an hour later, Neenee looked outside and saw this!

 

 

Unlocked AND open!

 

Neenee laughed and said it was just another example of what a prodigy I am. (I think that's Italian, Mom. And it means dummy Dames prolly couldn't even do it.)