See Mom... look, look.... MMMMMoooooommmmmm! Get off that Yorkie Talk and come LOOK at me! I told you I could fit in dis bed. If I squish my head like dis, I still hab enuf room to turn over on my back for you to gib me a belwy rub. See, I knew I could do it! But Mom, Mom, wait... pwease come back... prwerty pwease... I tink I is stuck.... Mom... I has layin down and I can't get up! Oh Mom!
