Mom has been talking about a new baby in town.
She and Dad have better not be getting any bright ideas, because, darn it all, I am determined to have my time to shine. My need for constant attention, praise, and general fawning-over has increased since I realized that all I have to do is yelp and the big people come a'runnin. I don't believe, however, that their speaking about a new one for them; from what I can gather, it seems that the lady they call "Auntie Meg" who has that delightful perch for me to sit on when she holds me, has had a baby which they keep calling a "little boy." Unfortunately, I don't know what that means, so I'm going to have to find a way to communicate to the Mom that I want to go and investigate.
After indulging in some deep reflection while I was in my swing tonight, I have come to the conclusion that this could be a good thing. I love the Mom and the Dad, but honestly, they haven't gotten me around anyone else my size yet. The closest person that I have encountered that is even near it is the noisy child at Auntie Meg's that tries to touch me all the time and runs around screaming. I think the best thing for me to do is to teach this child everything I know. It seems a waste that I have gained so much wisdom and have no one to impart to. I realize that it is a large responsibility; I have so much to teach this kid. Where the fist is, for example (reference the Mom's last excerpt), the two keys to rapid weight gain, and the consummate joys of a good toot, just for starters. It's tough being out of the womb - someone should be there to help this poor "boy."
I am up for the challenge.
EGW
End note: The Mara took a picture which, I believe, captures how I feel about the new addition.
1 comment:
Darling Doll-baby Liza,
Nolan certainly needs a little instruction in the "finding the fist" department. He knows that he likes the fist, but while trying to find it he invariably pokes himself in the eye instead.
Much love, Auntie Meg
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