Waldo Edison is what we're calling him now because he is pure poetry...wait, that's Waldo Emerson. Still,
I'm sure Waldo Emerson's father said to his son, "What are you Edison?" everytime he left the lights on. (His father persisted
with this even though little Waldo reminded him that Edison wouldn't be born for forty years.)
Wlado often tries to turn off the sun.
I explain the futility...but at night he becomes sooo smug.
Cirque de Soleil Cat Audition...
He's not so smart...
I've beaten him 2 out of 3 games.
Unfortunately, licking the stamps stimulates his
appetite and he eats the letters before he ever mails them.
