I absolutely cannot wait to head out. Just me and my parents noisily sharing some good old quality time at the rink. I am confused however, as to why I'm not seeing a diaper bag being made up for me. After all, I do have needs when we go places, you know.
Another concern: why in the world would they slap a list of my likes and dislikes, as well as my bedtime schedule and cell phone numbers on the fridge? It just doesn't make sense to me. Not. One. Little. Bit...
