I would like to confess to a few ... well ... activities:
Then I sit at the bathroom window, politely asking to be let in the house about an hour later.
At approximately 4:30 am, I begin to ask for breakfast.
I do this by climbing on Mom's night table and pushing everything to the floor. This includes the lamp, the telephone, and all the pictures.
By 4:45 am, I have succeeded in having Mom serve breakfast to my brothers, my sister, and me.
At about 5:15 am I am ready to go outside again ... and I walk upstairs and politely ask my dad to let me out.
This is my daily routine.
Lately Dad has put the telephone and lamp on the floor ... and Mom has decided to display all the pictures on her dresser. I have also discovered that when I return upstairs after breakfast, the bedroom door is usually closed. Somebody's getting smart!