Our Little Secret

I have a little secret that I'd like to share. It's a great trick I am pulling on my dear Mommy (not to be confused with Mommy Dearest). Whenever people come over to visit or we go out, I am on my BESTEST behavior. I don't whine, cry, fuss - I just sit and look pretty. Sometimes I even throw in a smile and a coo. That way, everyone around thinks I am super duper adorable and my Mom is completely exaggerating how rotten I am. Ha ha! It sure is hard to hold all that in, especially during a long church service. That voice from the light (or at least I think that's where it comes from - I keep trying to look for it) goes on and on an awfully long time. Mom and Dad say he is a great Preacher, but I'm not so sure yet. But, as soon as she gets me home, I remind her how bad my tummy hurts and how terrible this cold is - loudly.

But SSHHHH, don't tell. It's our little secret.