Go Shopping

Papa, look at me on the shopping trolley! It is the first time I sat on this strange moving basket, I like it very much.

Oh, Mama wants me to tell you I can sleep through the night most of the time now. So Papa when you come to see us in three weeks, you don't have to wake up in the middle of the night. Hmm...but I can't promise yet, sometimes I still want to cry in the night. Papa, will you sing to me then? Ja?

Woof Woof...