Mom Is My Judge

I~'m thirsty.

Slurp-slurp.

Ugh, gee, now I need to go to Japanese-style toilet.

Hurry hurry.

It's challenge time.

Go out by using my special door ...

But no camera for my time, please.

Whoosh psss hiss hoosh ...

Mom! I'm finished.

Check this, please.

Mom: "OK, wait. I'm coming."

Mom, I'm waiting.

Mom: "I'm coming."

Mom: "Yes, I'm here now. Let's me see ..."

Mom, I think I did quite good, right?

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Mom is judging my accuracy on the target in the small tiny little Japanese-style toilet which is made for a little tiny small Japanese pocket dog.

Can you see the spot of mine? 

It is not easy, I'll tell you.

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Mom: "OK, I'll give you the score."

Yes, Mom.

Mom: "9 points. Quite good."

Unfair.

It should be 10 ...

Mom: "Well, three drops are outside. But OK, you did good. I'll change the score.

It's 10!"

Woof!

Hey, cat over there, I got score 10 today!

Why don't you come up and look at mine.

Cat: "You and your Mom are totally crazy!"

I'm shocked.

Mom, are we?

Mom: "No, Bobby Lee. The cat was just joking. She said that she respects your manners ... she ... she said ... that you are cool!"

Mom, I'm glad to hear that. Actually, I like her too.