Arlie — doing a job a monkey could do
My name is Arlie, I’m just about 3 years old. This Sunday is my birthday. Obviously if you like my Dad you need to get me like a truck or a book or something that is awesome. I kid, Dad better step up or I’m going to start crapping my pants again. It’s what I do. I’m almost 3.
This week Mom and Dad didn’t have any backup plan for my week off of “school” (I’m doing the quotation marks things with my little hands right now) and so I’m hanging with the Morning Show all week. I’m so happy to get a break from the grind though. Every morning it’s juice, it’s painting, it’s playing with toys, etc, etc, the daily grind you know? The other day I finished an hour shift on the playground followed by 20 minutes of eating a cheese sandwich. I was burned. I had to nap for 3 hours. Anyway, it’s good to get into the station and watch Dad work. From what I can tell, he pushes these really bright buttons and plays music really loud. This is a job? I’m pretty sure Curious George could do what my Dad does and probably be more fun to watch.
After Dad’s shift this week, he is watching me. He says he’s happy to get outside for a change but that dude doesn’t know what’s it like always having to play outside and run around and do whatever you want. It’s hard work! Yesterday we went to the Children’s Museum at Seattle Center. I spent an hour pretending I worked in a kitchen, which to me is a pretty rad job. I gave dad a plastic chicken and he pretended to eat it. I know he was pretending, he’s a vegetarian.