Weeha!
My goodness! After days of running around yelling weeha, yahoo and trying to ride my daddy off into the sunset, my mommy and daddy finally got a clue and bought me a bouncy horse. Oh how I love my bouncy horse. It clips, clops and sings, what more does a kid need. This horsey is so furry and soft and has the best saddle of any horsey ever.
Before I got my new horsey I had to resort to making my daddy get on his hands and knees while I climbed aboard and did my best to get old trigger there to scramble around the house. Boy for some reason my daddy horse couldn’t last more than 15, 20 minutes tops. And that isn’t long enough to have any real fun. It was just sad.
Then my mom caused me so much disgust by not letting me ride the dog. I mean he looks like a horsey already and walks on four legs because I can count to four now. Every time I tried to get to the dog my mommy would say that darn dreaded N word, NO! Oh how I hate to hear that.
So of course I immediately fall to the floor (that’s my new thing) and scream. It works about 35% of the time. I don’t know how much that is but hey, a baby gotta do what a baby gotta do. So until I find a better solution to getting my way, that’ll do. Now back to my horsey.
My mommy and daddy call him lucky or something. But I just call him weeha. I mean that “is” what you are supposed to say when you see a horsey. Right? Who cares as long as he keeps running and singing. Well I have to get back to weeha and see how fast he runs.
