Last weekend, Mama and Papa took me to our neighborhood pool for the first time this season. It was my pleasure to squeal with delight and I ran through the fountains with reckless abandon. However, the jury is still out on any new potential neighborhood playmates. I am sad to say that I was not approached by anyone in the toddler set, nor did anyone catch my eye as to approach them for a Saturday play date. Is it me? Do I offend? Is it my misanthrope mother? Was it her harsh exchange with four year old "Gregory" who tried to diminish my delicate sensibilities on the neighborhood playground? Nonetheless, I continue to frequently reassure myself that I am the most interesting and intelligent 2 year old on the block, and perhaps the entire neighborhood, for that matter. Good day.