Nobody Knows the Trouble I've Seen

When are they going to let me out of here? I'm pretty sure I've been good today. I ate my veggies at lunch. I pulled Mom's hair only 3 times instead of my usual 12 or 13. And I let Dad wear his glasses instead of crushing them in my little fists. What do they want from me? I guess it could be worse. This mattress is pretty comfy, and I have my kangaroo by my side. Oh, who am I trying to kid? If I could figure out how to squeeze between these bars I would do it before anyone could say "Fizzlesticks!"