Progression of a Froot Bat: A Photographic Study by Titus Theodore
This is me in the pre-froot bat phase:
This is me not feeling very frootbat-ish and Mom trying to coax my ears into it. Please note: Saying "Be the froot bat... be the froot bat..." doesn't really do anything except make me a little nervous.
The finished product:
In other news, Dad brought me a special birthday-shaped dawg cookie last night. He broke it up into pieces and fed it to me before Mom could take a picture of it, but let me tell you - it was as tasty as it was cute. I wish I had another one. Oh, and I almost scored part of Mom's turkey sammich. That would've been a darn good birthday right there: a cookie AND a sammich.