Entropy
By day, I am “mild-mannered”, cute as a button Isaac Tan. But for the most part of my waking hours, I am Entropy Boy!
Papa says I leave things in a chaotic state after I touch them. I leave my toys strewn on the floor. I pull things down from tables and shelves. I tear paper products to shreds. Bwah-hee-hee! I am the arch-enemy of Neatnic Man (aka papa).
But in moments of weakness I actually put things back! I put my baths toys (a squishy octopus and sea star) back where they belong. I toss my toy blocks back into their cardboard box. I put assorted odds and ends back into a biscuit tin that is my toy chest.
I blame this aberrant behavior on reduced access to breast milk from Moo Mugs Woman (aka mama) and my growing need to imitate my parents. Before long I shall share things and pick up after myself and wipe my own butt. Oh, woe is me!
But fear not my fellow villains! I shall fight the change with every fiber in my being! [swipe!] [crash!]
Baby Isaac
