{Twelve} Work & School

This last week was a little nutty. Mumma is being crazy reorganizing all of our bedrooms and wardrobe. She even rearranged furniture and her closet. She says if the house is in disarray, our lives will be in disarray. I have no idea what she's talking about so I just sit there and watch her run through the house.  

I don't know if I mentioned this before but when I'm mad or trying really hard to communicate, water falls from my eyes. I don't like that. Why did my eyes start doing that? Dada calls them crocodile tears. They are salty too.
 
Here's my skull picture from last week - pretty cool: