Hi, I'm Rev.
I’m hyper…and proud of it.
Mom thinks I need to slow down so I don’t break stuff. Like the other day, when we ate lunch at Grandma’s house. All of a sudden, I remembered I’d left my skateboard at the park. I stood up so fast, I accidentally knocked over the table. My tuna onion alpha sprout sandwich flew into the air and landed in Grandma’s lap. Grandma called Mom this week and told her she still can’t get the mustard stain out of her purple slacks.
So, I’m definitely trying to be more calmed down, but it’s tough.