Today's adventure started when my daddy raced down the stairs to the playroom. He was pretty excited and he called after me to follow him. Well, its always fun down there so I slid down the stairs after him.. I didn't really know what to expect but it didn't matter, I knew this was going to be good, so down I went on my tummy.. bumpity bumpity bump all the way down. I wanted to get down there as fast as I could, I didn't want to miss anything!

There were 3 big boxes all the same size as me down there. I didn't know what was inside so I went over to one... but before I had a chance to go over and look inside... "SWOOSH!" my daddy lifted me up and next thing I knew I found myself sitting inside one of those boxes taller than me and could hear my daddy making a sound like a truck! (That's the same sound I like to make every Wednesday when the garbage truck goes by outside by the way) All of a sudden I was going on a ride inside my garbage truck box.. one side of the room to the other, I felt like I was the driver so I just sat there holding on. Then the truck lifted off and I didn't really know what was happening since I'm too short to see out the top. It felt like the truck was going up a hill or something, I don't know how daddy managed it, was there a hill in the playroom??

A few seconds later daddy was laughing, I wanted to see what was going on so I stood up. I couldn't wait to see where we had travelled, where did those garbage trucks go after they came to my place? I guess I was about to find out. I got to my feet and peered out the top of the box. We weren't in the playroom anymore.. We were upstairs by the fireplace, so I wanted to get out and take a look around. It was quite the adventure getting upstairs again. I wanted to see all my toys that I had left upstairs.