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so my dad turned 29 years old a few weeks ago, and i guess all he wanted
was me. a chameleon. they probably already told you the story.
i've been known to make fairly frequent appearances on mom's instagram.
it makes me feel kind of weird but i don't mind the attention too much.
this was a little embarrassing, but i got her back for that later (pooped in the trees).

mom spent all day sweating in her apartment making our house look like the
set of rango with a budget of something like $40. it's not true, by the way,
that chameleons live in the desert. we are tropical. so basically rango was a liar. anyway.

with the soundtrack from the movie in the background, she put us all in a fort
and we ate dad's favorite mexican food and watched the movie rango for
a little extra spirit. personally, i was too busy eating crickets to care.

i crawled around in dad's hair, and it smelled nice. like flowers.
mom let me crawl up her arm and tickle her neck with my little feet,
but that's about all she could handle before she scrunched up laughing.
they said the giant cookie was me, and they crumpled it up and ate it with ice-cream.
i hope they don't eat me, too.
movie nights are fun and i think i am really starting to like living here.

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