Day 4 (haaa not)

You are two years old. Write from this perspective. Be childlike! Play!

Give yourself a name (With the initals C.A.T)

Nickname

Eye Color

Hair Color

Favorite Food

Siblings and their ages

How they treat you

Thoughts on toilet training

Then Write a story starting with:

Here I am, stuck in my crib...

My Name is Crazy Aardvark Tickler

My Nickname is Peanut

Eyes? I don't have any!

My hair exists in several dimensions, ones where there are no colors.

I've got a yearnin' for Indian Food!

My brother in arms is Pink Pup.

Pink Pup is pretty non-responsive...

Toilets are for the weak! 

DON'T LET THE MAN HOLD YOU DOWN!

Here I am, stuck in my crib....but that's not where this story shall end. The evil leaders of the Parent Clan have initiated a plan of attack. I can hear the water running, running faster than I could run away from it. Pink Pup and I sat in my crib, my pad, my only sanctuary. We knew it was time to act but we had no plan, how could we possibly bring down the tyrannical leaders and still live? 

"Oh peanutttt!" I heard the female leader trill as she opened the door to my fortress of solitude. I really should make it more fortress-ish. "Let's try the potty one more time! Then it's time for your bath!" She picked me up, I screamed for my comrade Pink Pup. The dumb woman, she handed him right to me. Little did she know that he was my secret weapon! I smacked her, BAM! BAM! Right in the kisser...and that's what she did. She kissed me. 

Boy I wish I had had some of that Gerber Limited Edition Indian Food, so I could show her a good substitute for the toilet would be HER ARMS!!!

After several minutes of goading and prodding, the leaders gave up and lifted my betrayer of a body over the tub of water...little did they know that I HAD A JET PACK ON AND FLEW THROUGH THE CEILING! FOREVER BEING FREE!

Or I got washed behind my earsies. You know, whatever sounds more coolio.