Now I am mad.

I went to see my doctor today. Everything was going great until I was stabbed. Not once but twice. I have a matching wound on my other leg. Mom said everything would be okay and it was good for me. I'm not real sure on this. Mom said everyone has to get shots, but I didn't see Mom get any. I don't think anything that hurts that bad can be good for you. I know now to keep my pants on the next time I go to the doctor.


Maybe I can talk Maisy in to being my bodyguard for my next visit.
What kind of world was I born into, that a 3 month old baby needs protection. Thanks a lot Mom and Dad. Do your job and don't let people with sharp objects around you baby. Is that too much to ask?

On a side note, they did give me some real cute band-aids.

-Fletcher

Xbox. Does it get any better?

Well talk about awesome. This is something my Dad calls Xbox. Not real sure what that means but it is sweet. Dad can make the little guy on the screen move and fight. Here I am trying to help Dad move the little guy around. My only wish is that I had a controller small enough for my hands. I guess it will be okay. Dad is really good about moving where I tell him to. I do think Dad should let me be in charge of one of the buttons. It would only be fair.

I can do it myself Dad. Move you hands. Your turn is over. I'm going to tell Mom you are not sharing. Give me my turn or I will make a big stinky!

I called next Dad.

-Fletcher