Dad walking me and Twizzle in the backyard.
I am sure all my fans would like to know that I recently perfected the art of walking. One day I was standing in mom and dad’s room drinking a bottle and I noticed an unprotected iPhone on the nightstand. In a moment of sheer desperation of wanting the phone and having my hands occupied by the bottle, my feet willed me across the floor taking little steps. Mom thought it was a moment for the history books but dad remarked that he thought I had already taken my first steps earlier.
No matter how the story of my first steps actually goes, the fact remains that I now walk as my primary mode of transportation, Don’t worry, mom, I’ll still let you carry all my stuff.
