I moved to a new house! Apparently Mommy and Daddy didn’t like it, though, because we moved back to the old one again.
It was a lot bigger than this house, but for some reason we only went into a few of the rooms. Maybe if we’d lived there longer I would have gotten to visit the rest of them. One small room had buttons on the wall that Mommy and Daddy wouldn’t let me touch. The problem is, there was something structurally wrong with that room. At times it felt like the floor was falling out from under me. I did not like that. Also, I don’t know why we even bothered going to that room, since Mommy and Daddy just stood there until the door opened and we left again. That’s probably what made them decide to move back here.
The room we spent most of our time in had a great toy telephone. It was so cool. It had way more buttons than my phones here at the old house, and when I pressed the big red button at the bottom this guy’s voice started talking. It seemed really great, but then Daddy pulled its plug and it stopped talking before I could investigate further.
The nice thing about our new house was all the cars that passed by the window. At that house there were more cars in a minute than I see in a week here, coming from every direction. All kinds of cars. Big ones. Ones with flashing lights. It was great fun, and I made sure to tell Mommy and Daddy whenever I saw one. I could have watched them all day, but for some reason Daddy wanted to leave.
In fact, we didn’t spend much time at the new house. As soon as I woke up Daddy wanted to go to some other big building. I don’t know what he was so excited about, but he’d stay there forever. We’d only get back to the new house when it was time for bed.
I miss my new house.