Baby shower
When mama told me that we were going to a baby shower, I was a bit puzzled. It was a bit early in the day and papa did not come over to me, strip me, and let me play with my rubber ducky. (It’s a real rubber ducky you pervert!)
Mama said that it wasn’t that kind of shower. We were celebrating the Theodas’ soon-to-arrive baby (link to their blog). Oh, that kind of shower! I remember all the fuss when I was still in mama’s belly. Today I got to see one from the outside! Heh-heh!
I must say that it looked like a lot of fun! Mama even won a prize of three balloons tied to a mug of Hershey Kisses. I did my best to smile a lot but people wore belts or had strong elastic, so I couldn’t charm the pants off anyone! I got little in return. I didn’t even get any of my favorite boxes or wrapping paper. Piffle!
I think I prefer a real baby shower. Then there is just me, my rubber ducky, and papa. And I get all the attention I want…
Baby Isaac
