Mine!
I attended yet another birthday party yesterday. I think that being surrounded by all these older women (and I don’t mean the mamas) is going to give me a complex! I can’t wait to have my own party! Why did I have to be born last?
Whew, I’m glad I got that out of my system. The good thing about the party was that I got to eat strawberries. Actually I stole one from mama and couldn’t get enough of it! Apparently neither could Baby Beatrice because she finished hers and took mine. She actually chased me while I tried to escape with strawberry in hand. When I lost it, I behaved like a gentleman and didn’t retaliate… I just made a really sad face and sound.
But I wasn’t a gentleman later. I spotted mama carrying Baby Julia a while later. I decided to hit Julia in the face. It’s one thing to lose a strawberry but it’s another to lose your mama! I am going to leave more teeth marks, saliva, and “Isaac odor” on mama so the other babies get the message: Hands off my mama!
Baby Isaac
