Tummy Time Sucks

This week my mom made a more concerted effort to get me to do what is referred to in the baby business as "tummy time." It's designed to strengthen my back and neck muscles so I can grow up to be a tall, strong linebacker for the Detroit Lions or something. I hate it. Tummy time stinks and I am no good at it. No doubt she will make me keep trying it though. Looks like it might be a career in the Bolshoi Ballet for me. Wouldn't Grandma Christine be proud?