I can't even explain just how much I love being on "the changing table", as Mommy and Daddy call it. It's where Mommy and Daddy clean me up, which always makes me feel so much better, and even unclog my nose from time to time too. Although, I don't know why they still refuse to let me use the toilet ... I guess they need to be needed???
Anyway, instead of painfully trying to explain this love affair in words, I thought I would choreograph an interpretive representation of it in my first feature film (below). Make sure to turn up the sound!
All on the Table
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