I met my first bully.

So I was minding my own business at the park (ok, not really) and a little girl wasn't so nice to me. Dad pretty much lets me socialize with anyone/anything as long as I'm not hurting it. I found a little girl that was building a sand bump and I took it upon myself to help her with my shovel. She pushed my hand away and shot me the most evil eye I've ever seen! Mom even saw it from across the sand box! Dad escorted me to the swings before I knocked her out. Jeeze, I was just trying to help! 

That's me in the short green shorts...before the incident.

Dad felt bad after I was rejected at the park, so we went for a stroll to get Greek food. 

I love food...I just like to put it on my face rather than in my mouth.