Last weekend I went on a trip. Mommy and Daddy bundled me up nice and snug. Really nice and snug.

They put me in the car seat. They said they didn’t want to be in the papers like Britney Spears. I’ve heard her sing and I can’t blame them. I don’t want to be like her, either.

Then we went for a drive to Grandpa Ken and Grandma Evelyn’s house and we saw Uncle Brian and Aunt Melissa. Best of all, we saw Cousin Chase.

He’s a lot of fun. We talked for hours about sports and Governor Arnold and about poo.

He’s a big fan of poo, too.

It’s nice to have someone you can talk to about poo.