Meet my crap-o-matic.
So named because of all the crap attached! And it’s an automatic baby sitting service, perfect for when mom needs to shower or do some dishes.
I’m rather fond of my crap-o-matic.
Let me get a lick of this little thing…
Wait, what’s that over there?
Must have been a neighborhood cat. Or perhaps that fine reflection of mine in my mirror…
Yeah, I’d give this thing five gold stars. Or maybe just this big chewy sunflower thing. NOM.
Until it’s nap time. Then I want out, stat.