I thought I was mom's favourite. That's what she always tells me
(Charley: Huh! That's what she tells ME. I'm her favourite!)
Nope. Neither of us is her favourite. Not when this is what WE get fer breakfast:
Scrambled eggs, rice, extra lean ground beef & pumpkin
Wha'tz wrong wiv that picture???
I thinks we shud go on a hunger strike till she feeds us that yummy stuff too.
Oh. Wait. Hunger strike? That means NO FOOD, right? Uh uh. No no no no no. Dat not gonna happen.
Guess I'll go eat mah breakfast now.