I spent all last night (until the weeeeee hours) flapping my arms, kicking my legs, sticking out my tongue at mommy and saying "pthsththth" - then I cracked up laughing. I also sang some opera again at 3am -- but I didn't get far in my aria, because I kept cracking myself up. Oh boy am I funny! Mommy wants to know when people stop finding great ways like this to amuse themselves. She's hoping that this sticks with me forever. She said that if people could still entertain themselves by flapping, kicking and making funny noises, we would never have war. She even suggested that I lead the next round of middle-east negotiation talks!
President Obama, please have your people call my people so we can set something up. (Pssst: "My people" is mommy.)