You've got to be kidding me

Every so often papa realizes he's getting low on blog pictures, so he starts asking me to look cute with a certain outfit, or kick a ball or pull a cat's tail (ok that isn't him as much as me just wanting to have fun at Gribouille's expense). Sunday was another one of those days. I was alone minding my own business when papa walked by, the next thing I knew, he was back, armed with the video camera, handing me a fluffy bunny and telling me to look at the lens. I humoured him for about 16 seconds, about 15 seconds longer maman would have lasted and 14 seconds longer than the rules of politeness dictate. So I did what anyone would expect, I invoked my favourite new word: No! You have to give him credit, he's persistent but to eye-rolling excess.