Why our apartment so messy? Mom says: "This is for you, my darling Pigulas" but she doesn't let us roam and rummage through the mess uncovering savory photographs, drawings, and things to nibble, so we doubt her declarations of self-righteous justification...the woman simply don't do no housework; but in the past has always allowed us to "help" with our discriminating palates.
Now, she says, "just you wait to see the treats we gonna have at the Big Wedding,
Calvin the small: Gonna be good enough to make you BIG!"
To which I whisper under my barrel-shaped snout: "boo-YA!"
