We will amaze and delight you. Our powers are sublime. We walk where angels fear to tread. We are truly mighty, my partner and I.
OUR PARENTS ON THE OTHER HAND...
Hoo boy I could write a blog, I tells ya.
Well here's the heads up. As of February 12 we are still hale and healthy boys with a good dose of awesome sauce thrown in. The mind control nanobots have all been assimilated into our bloodstream with no ill side effects. they continue to inject us with new nanobots every visit to the doctor, and yet we resist every time.
I for one am proud of everything we have accomplished thus far. My shipmate however took it upon himself to one up every thing he has done and picked a fight with gravity. Gravity won of course, but I think both Gravity and Vaughn came away with a little respect for eachother from this encounter. Our parents screamed, and were properly terrified of Vaughn's incredible agility, and proceeded to ice his skull where he made the strongest contact with the floor. he sang a good five minute fight song and I was proud of him.
We then all took a quick trip to the doctor's office. I was unclear as to what this was about, but the parents seemed quite concerned for Vaughn. The doctor took a good long look at Vaughn and did several neurostimulation tests with him before pronouncing what he, and I already knew. Vaughn was fine. The doctor then sat back and smiled at our parents. He said "Get ready for this kind of thing as time progresses!" I wasn't clear on the nuance of that statement, but our parents both turned white (or whiter in Dad's case).
I guess I felt a bit of professional jealousy over Vaughn's little stunt, so I have decided to make it known to the parents that I have the ability to turn over onto my stomach and scream really, really, really, loud. That's right. All those calisthenics weren't in vain after all. The parents don't seem as excited about that as they did about Vaughn's little stunt, but in time I think they will learn to appreciate what I can do.
I can also hold a brightly colored wooden thing!
I can almost sit up! By myself!
I mean, yeah sure, Vaughn can too, But I mean it! you've got to mean it. Otherwise it's just charlatanism.
(why does Dad always choose the picture where I'm not doing awesome things? He always goes for my sedate pics!)
