Party Boy

Well, today was my Grammie's 49th Birthday AND I got to deliver the presents! Litterally! Mom and Dad tied her card and wrapped up her presents (a bunch of Lottery tickets) to my collar and I ran and delievered them to her! She was so surprised she started laughing histerically and said 'oh my goodness we've got a party boy...thank you Cyrus!!' I did a great job! I know I did too! heheh The card that we had for Grammie had a pic of me wearing my Hawaiian gear, and said 'Are you ready to party?' and had a neat rhyme inside... Of course I came up with that too but mom will NOT let me take any credit for it because I guess she is trying to teach me to be more 'humble'- grrrr... Dad says 'what can you expect?... He's a stud'... and then Mom always says - 'Well blah blah he needs to learn...blah blah... no treats until he learns to be more polite... blah blah... he needs another baffie...blah blah blah blah...look how cute he is- then comes all the cutesy pictures and such....blah blah blah....ugh-
Dad says I'll 'realize one of theese days when your Mom starts not spoiling you anymore'
He doesnt know it but, I know how to work the system...I know how to make mom feel sorry for me and treat me and then act like I am starving then dad gives me treats too- hahahah shhh... dont tell!