MTV Cribs: Piglet’s House
August 16th, 2007[Warning Blog Subscribers: This post is anachronistical. James was eager to share more recent photos with his friends and family so he skipped June and July. He’ll get back to them.]
Well grab my toes and pinch your nose! There IS internet in Chappaqua! Come on in. Let me show you around the new domicile. We’re still working on the name of the house. So far Dad’s suggestions are Bag End, NowWhat, The Cloud City of Bespin, and The Burrow. So, feel free to suggest some more…please!
Here’s the refrigerator where we keep the blueberries and Grandma’s forgotten tea. It’s like a little shiny house for my juice, but I don’t even have to knock first, I can just burst in and say, “Boo!” The juice loves that. I do too. I could do that all day. Seriously. For 24 hours…
Okay this area doesn’t look like this anymore. We put all those sacks of snacks in plastic bins. Apparently, our new place attracts mice. Mom and Dad seemed a little sad about that, so I said, “We’ve got mice?! We love mice, right?!”
Dad: “We do?”
Me: “We love Mickey and Chuck E Cheese and Fievel. Jerry, Itchy, Mighty, Pinky, Ralph S., and Splinter. Speedy Gonzales, Stuart Little and The Frisbys… Come on!”
Dad: “And Algernon.”
Mom: “And sweet Miss Mousie, who that Froggie’s always a-courtin’!”
Me: “Or that mouse who gets a cookie then systematically ruins your life while acting all goofy and innocent.”
Dad: “Actually that’s closer to the truth. The mice want your snacks, James.”
Me: “Oh? Forget ‘em then!”
This is my changing table. This is a very versatile space for me. I retreat to this area when I am at my cleanest and my dirtiest. For example, here I am right after my bath while dad is drying me off. But I also pooped in dad’s hand here once. Ha ha. That was back in Hartsdale, though.
This is my bathroom and as you may be able to tell from the photo I am brushing a tooth! That’s right, I have a tooth! I CHEW my food, suckers!
Well, that’s the big news. Since I got the first tooth before I turned 15 and it’s not growing out of my EAR…there’s some early theories circulating that I may have my dad’s teeth. We’ll see…
Piglet Out.