When I don't want to do what mum or dad wants me to do (which can be quite often!) I like to go to my special 'protest place'.
Under the kitchen table.
If I'm super annoyed I'll lie down on my tummy while under the table.
During one of my table visits today, dad bent down and crawled under the table. I didn't know what to make of it, and I started laughing. He laughed too. And then he extracted me from the 'protest place' and put me in the bath.
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