The bathrobe saga

I was very upset with Mummy for several weeks. I kept asking her to buy me a bathrobe and she kept not buying me one. I was so worried that all the nice pink ones would be sold out, and she was seemingly unfazed by my heartfelt pleas. This was one of the reasons I had recently called her "so mean".

Apparently she knew something that I did not. The angels brought us soft fleece bathrobes on Christmas Eve. We were both very pleased. I was ecstatic. The bathrobe is not the one I had been asking for, but it is even better.













I love my bathrobe. Sometimes I put it back on over my clothes after I get dressed. And, yes, I have forgiven Mummy.