Second Impressions

    Mommy says a lady from foster care is coming to our house today.  This time it's the "boss-lady".  You know, I'm shocked they are coming again.  Mommy said they have to come three times in the initial process, but still.  Isn't one time of meeting me enough to see what an amazing surrogate brother I'd be?!  *Mommy stop laughing.  "Surrogate brother" is so an appropriate term!  Whatever mommy....*  Anyway....
    I mean look at me - I'm cute, I'm smart, I'm stylish, and not only lovable, but loving!  I'll be an awesome family coach.  That's the title I've given myself.  I mean, somebody has to teach this kid (whoever "this kid" is) how to live with Mommy's rules.  What to do, what not to do, when to do the things you aren't supposed to do and still get away with them, etc.  I can't wait!  I'm even having locks installed on the cabinets to keep Mommy and Daddy from swallowing anything harmful or dropping a dish onto their heads.  How much more responsible can you get?  Well, it's almost go-time.   Where's my tux....