Trick or Treat?

Earlier today, Boomer questioned the basic injustice of a baby's second Halloween.  "It is fundamentally unfair," he told his parents, "that I am forced to dress as a frog for Halloween but not allowed to eat the candy."  Of course his statement was rendered in his native language of Babirooni, which sounded something like "Da da, da da, doogie there, what's that?"  His parents, not fully comprehending his request, answered: "A door, Boomsey, that's a door."  Frustrated, Boomer spent the next hour riding around the living room on his fire truck.  Later, he vowed to find new ways to climb over the baby gate.

Squirrel Makes Important Announcement

Earlier today, Squirrel called dibs on the yellow chair, telling the press: "This is my chair.  Nobody better touch my chair.  I was here first."  When asked if Boomsey could sit in the chair with her, she replied, "Boomsey who?"

Scoot, scoot

Help Wanted: We are looking for an adult (level of responsibility to be determined) to supervise our scooting around the backyard 12-14 hours a day.  Responsibilities include: bringing us our bottles, bringing us our snacks, and towing our trucks out of tight spots when stuck.  Presently we are our forced to spend part of our day inside, away from our trucks, but with your help, we'll be able to spend our every waking minute in the backyard, working on our junior NASCAR skills.  Additional knowledge of pimping out our rides a plus.  Inquiries should be directed to Mr. Boomer Pierce, Esq.