I fit perfectly in mom's arms, and this cookie fits perfectly in my mouth.
Can you believe all of that food is supposed to fit inside me, well most of it anyway.
Mommy and I are color coordinated, is my mommy trying to tell me something subliminally.
Yeah, I'm happy.
What's this?
Why it's the most delicious thing ever, cookies, yummy, nom nom nom.
Back to being happy, it's what I do best.
Can you see them, two, count em, two teeths. I've got the State of Alabama beat by one.
Ta Da, Still Happy.