Why is it that you have all these great toys but spot an empty plastic bottle and you won't part with it?
Why is it that you can be in a coma on the couch, but I go to do the dishes and nearly break my neck because you think it's more comfortable to lay behind me on the kitchen floor?
Why is it that you insist on only chasing the birds that are way up in the tree tops?
Why is it that you have a big fluffy bed, but you choose to sleep upside down on the couch with your head hanging off of it?
Why is it that you can eat two phone books, a case full of CDs, some video games, the molding on the door frame and two pictures from my cruise, but all I can do is laugh and take your picture?
Why is it that when I get into bed to sleep you try to eat my feet because they move under the covers?