I'm the boss in this house. I decide when people sleep and when they wake up - especially Mum. I'm beginning to be rather picky about my meals too. I just won't eat that canned stuff. Ugh.
There is a big dog next door now, I keep out of his way, I'm not sure how friendly he is. But we talk through the fence.
The last few days I've been trying Dad's patience. I stand at the bottom of the steps and whine as if I can't get up. He comes out to carry me up and I dash up on the double. Mum woke up to me very quickly and won't play that game with me.