I feel like some changes are going on in my life. The baby fat is leaving, I'm feeding myself (But prefer to be fed) and I hate and I mean hate shopping with Mommy.
Get ready world, I'm turning into a lean, mean fighting machine!
I have strengthened my mind like a razor and my body is like a rock. I will be far less docile in the future, especially when Mommy tries to take me shopping!
I am no longer your Pawn.