Baby I is Learning Young

You have to train them early, from diaper to season ticket holder. Baby I is waving one of her favorite toys. Here's a closeup:



It's still really hot outside, but nowhere is it as bad as on the freeway. Yesterday, Plot had to get from Mummy P's to Casa Punquidunqui at 5PM on the Hollywood Freeway. It always amazes Plottie that drivers down here consider using a turn signal as an act of War. At 0 mph, stuck behind a double semi tractor trailer, a baby crying is really loud. Certain Mercedeses deserve whatever pianos fall on their heads. Mummy Plotnik's water line shouldn't have broken, a guyser of water shooting into the sky, but it is 42 years old. The Great FiveHead has been gone for ten hours and she's still only halfway there, Peace.