From The Mouth Of A Baby

I have two nookies for when I just need something to calm me down. The problem is that I lost one and that was my favorite one. Mom put the other one in my mouth and I spit it out and cried. I want the other one, I don’t like the other one. Why couldn’t have lost the bad one instead. I kept crying because I was so upset. I didn’t want a bottle, I just wanted my nooky.

Mom looked everywhere and tore the house apart why I lay screaming. She was still not feeling good and because she was taking some pain pills, she couldn’t drive anywhere to get me a good one. I was a bit upset. Mom was getting pretty upset to. Then it happened. Mom say, ah shit! And started to yell at the big cat.

I looked at my nooky and it had holes in it. That darn cat took my nooky and was sucking and chewing on it. It was in the cat tower on the top shelve with the big bad cat. There was my nooky all ruined. I had no choice but to try the other one until dad came home.

Why don’t we gat rid of those cats. All they do is cause me trouble.

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