The only thing I miss about Indianapolis

On Thursday, Mom and Dad decided to treat me to a day at Camp Bow Wow. When they dropped me off in the morning, my favorite camp counselor, Radinaa, was at the front desk. (I happen to know I'm Radinaa's favorite too; she often plucks me from the masses, brings me up to the front, and lets me sit in her lap.) When I saw her, I ran into her arms and didn't look back, crying out of sheer delight all the while. Mom and Dad have never heard me cry so much and think they're chopped liver now.

Look at my report card! I already can't wait to go back.