I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I have a new song. Listen to this, Lady Human! Play time! Play time! Jumping on the bed! Jumping on the bed is for me!
Me: Or how about this? Sleep time. Sleep time. Laying on the bed. Laying on the bed, quiet and still.
Stella: Is that a new song of yours?
Me: No, but it should be. Sleep time, Stella.
Stella: I don’t like it. That song’s not near as good. I like mine better. Let me sing it again. Then you can jump on the bed, too.
Me: I don’t jump on beds anymore, girl. I haven’t jumped on a bed since I was a kid.
Stella: You must’ve been a fun kid, Lady Human. What happened?
Me: I got too tall to jump on a bed without hitting my head on the light fixture in the ceiling. Plus, it was against the house rules.
Stella: Why?
Me: So that I wouldn’t hit my head on the light fixture in the ceiling. Or fall off the bed and get hurt.
Stella: Silly house rules! That doesn’t apply to me. I won’t hit my head on the ceiling fan. Play time! Play time! Jumping on the bed! Jumping on the bed is for me!
Me: Stella.
Stella: Hmmm?
Me: We have another house rule. Sleep time.
Stella: Awww.
Me: Check with me again when the sun comes up.
Stella: Nope. When the sun comes up is when I go back to bed. That’s the real sleep time. Get your clock straight, ma’am. Play time! Play time! Jumping on the bed…
Me: Oh, no.
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