Here I am relaxing outside. Sometimes I come here to be alone (even babies want to be alone sometimes). Unfortunately, I have to rely on grownups to get me here (and then they hang around like stalkers).
When I start crawling I'm going to go wherever I want, whenever I want, all by myself. And I'll get kneepads so I can get there faster.
Me, in one of my moods
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"Yo talkin' to me?"
I am scared now.
BTW, Hi Evan. Long time no see. I am glad to see that there is another side of you. Otherwise, you could be an eternally happy but would border on being boring. No, I do not want to see you sad. I just want you to get mad, sometimes.
I am just a fan of yours, but I can make demands too, can't I?
Sure you can, most grown-ups do. Sorry if I was a bit grumpy today.. my poop was backed up. Sometimes I look tough on the outside, but inside I'm just a baby.
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