From The Mouth Of A Baby

I woke up at 5 AM. Mom was smiling, but I could see she was tired. Maybe I should have tried to sleep a little longer, but I am so hungry and my diaper is wet. I wish dad would get up, but he is sleeping with that dog. They let the dog sleep in bed, but not me. They put me in that bassinet thing. I would be more comfortable if they kicked the dog out of bed and let me sleep next to them.

Mom fed me and changed my diaper. Now I want to lay here and look around. Mom was going to put me in this thing they called a Sleep n’ Go. I am not interested. I want to be held. Mom had better pick me up. I can feel the tears coming. I am going to cry. I need to be held mom. Oh no, here comes the loud crying. I am very upset. I need to be by someone.

There is that cat looking at me. Mom, help me. The cat is looking at me with anger in her eyes. Oh, dad got up to get me. Thank you. Now, hold me until I am ready for a nap. That is much better. I wonder were my mommy went? I will just lay here in daddy’s arms and wait for her.

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