coo's from the crib (or, my life as a baby)

Every morning on the way to day care, I tell my dad what's on my mind. I've asked him to pass the news on. I'm sorry if he misinterprets some of my coos as swear words....sometimes I get so frustrated that he doesn't get it right. But, hey, I'm just a baby and lack the manual dexterity to type for myself.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

will work for food

you might think that being a baby is pretty easy. well, not in this household. at the early age of 15 months, my folks starting making me earn my keep. no longer do i get free room and board. as i think back on it, it actually started some time ago when daddy confiscated a $20 bill that i received as a gift. it had been posted on the bulletin board, but come to think of it, it's mysteriously disappeared since the move.

i digress. they actually put me to work. what the hell kind of treatment is that? shouldn't it be against the child labor laws to make a baby do chores? its bullsh*t, i say!




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