
We went to North City to get the cream the doctor prescribed for my legs. I had a ride in a police car (not a real one) which I enjoyed.
When we went downstairs I was walking along and suddenly I saw this giant red man with a long white beard swaying to and fro and singing. Well I can't quite put my finger on it, but something about him scared the living daylights out of me, and I panicked and screamed for a while. Daddy told me its just Santa, but this Santa was moving in this bizarre repetitive fashion, and his eyes were wide and staring.
We went for a drive after leaving North City, and spotted Malcolm and Lyn walking their new doggy. I got out of the car and had a look at it, but was really too scared to touch it. It managed to lick my face a few times.
After dinner I had a bath, which was fun as usual. After the bath Daddy let me run around naked for a while. Too long. See, I was in the kitchen and suddenly I had the urge to pee. Well, nothing has stopped me doing this whenever and wherever I want before, so I thought why should it be any different this time? It turns out that since I wasn't wearing a nappy, there was nothing to catch it, except the kitchen floor. I kept very quiet about it, and continued walking around, and sat down on daddy, who then noticed that my legs were all wet ... anyway, they didn't make me feel embarrassed about it so overall it was a positive experience. I.e. I know now that if I pee on the kitchen floor I won't get in trouble.
I like smacking Mummy and Daddy in the face. It seems that this, on the other hand, is not something that they like.