Mommy says I am a good helper. I like to take care of the baby. I keep him company and sing to him. I also throw his dirty diapers over the gate into the kitchen.
I don't like when he cries. I can hear him before Mommy does when he's in his bed. This time I tried to make him stop crying by letting him play with my Pirate Uniqua but he didn't know how to make her sing.
Since I help out so much, sometimes I think I deserve a reward - like getting a sip of his formula - Mmmmmm.


