Ever ready
I am like a car with a very powerful engine. According to my folks, I can go from 0 to 100 in less than 5 seconds (more if my diaper is full).
The moment I wake up, I am ready to play, talk, crawl, eat, drink… whatever. I don’t need to warm up or wash up. I don’t need to comb my hair or put on more clothes. I am ever ready!
My folks are such stick-in-the-mud old farts. Food and drink has to go into my mouth, I cannot play with wires or open cabinets, and stuff must be put back into place.
What ever happened to creative expression? I think porridge in my hair is cute and trinkets spread all over the living room floor makes for tasteful decor. Piffle them!
Baby Isaac
