Hi everyone I passed my first test last week. They did a report on me at day-care. Apparently I'm at or above what I have to do (how hard is it to play all day, anyway) except for my coping under stress. Apparently, when large objects fall on me and pin me to the ground, I'm meant to respond by reasoning my way out (rather than sobbing uncontrollably). I suspect that if I can improve my powers of levitation that that should keep them happy. Alternatively, I've been taking a few tips from Damien in The Omen - so that should come in handy if there are any bad marks on my next report. I went to Sydney on the weekend (Mummy and Daddy came too). I see my role as an emissary. My role is to entertain the relatives so that Mummy and Daddy can slip out and shop, go to the pictures, meet friends etc.. However, since Mummy and Daddy weren't around on Saturday, the relatives got a bit too close and discovered that I haven't been wearing shoes much around home (I have stubbed my toe and have a couple of cuts). Well, did Daddy get it when they came home (and for the rest of the weekend and a phone call last night and a call today at work). The various concerns may be summed up through a multiple choice question: Select the letter which most closely corresponds to the correct answer. Elliot is most likely to perish: a. in an incident where Roger and Ellie (collectively, the "dogs") eat him; or b. at the child-care centre, which is a front for a Satan-worshipping ring (which specialises in the consumption of tender babies); or c. in a bizarre garden accident where his feet swell up through lack of shoes and eventually suffocate him; or d. through paying the price for his penchant for Coke, chocolate, nuts, assorted lollies, other snacks etc. (which will alternatively make him hyperactive, rot his teeth, choke him, make him sticky (he'll get that on the furniture!) and spoil his appetite; or e. through becoming over-tired and never being able to sleep again; or f. all of the above. Needless to say, the question makes me panic (which does nothing for my reviews). I had fun at shopping yesterday. You've just gotta love shopping malls - they concentrate massive numbers of people in very small areas. The best incident was at lunch when Mummy went to get me some ice cream. Poor Daddy. Well, it was just him and me and a few hundred people. I decided that the ice cream should've been bought before we sat down and I started screaming, jumping from my chair and running for the doors, escalators, shops and any number of other extravaganzas. Daddy was divided in his loyalties between saving me from my doom (and consequently his) or protecting the shopping from marauders. He made the mistake of trying to do both. His heart just wasn't fully in it. He did manage to get me, but he paid handsomely - a face massage coupled with the loss of his glasses and a face full of a strange mixture of sweat, mucus, tears and spittle. Yeah, so he retained me and the shopping (only just, mind you). I did, however, manage to strip him of his dignity in front of a bigger crowd than at his graduation.... I do respect his persistence. The funny thing is that you'd think he'd learn. This morning's incident involved him either stopping the dogs from knocking me/him over and me bathing in their water bowl. Again, he made the mistake of trying to stop both. Let me just say that he ran a little late for work. Until next time. Elliot
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