Interesting. What are these little nubs on your slippers? I can eat them? NO? Why not???
Fine. I'll play with Aunt Miriam's toy. It makes noise. I shake, shake, shake it!
What's this toy? I'll just keep my bell toy between my feet so no one steals it. You never can tell around here - the staff look shifty.
All done. These are good toys. I like to play. But where's Dad? Dad? Helloooooo?
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His diaper bum in jeans is way too cute...
"...the staff looks shifty..."
That cracked me up.
M: he has a fat, fat diaper bum. In fact, the other day I was thinking, "thank goodness for onesies, or this kid would have some serious flashing issues."
H: Well, if you think about it...they take his stuff when he's not looking, they make him eat green stuff, they're always talking into mysterious devices and although you can't hear anyone talking back they act like it's a conversation. Obviously, something here is not right. Iain begins to suspect that he is the subject of an elaborate experiment. Are these really "parents" or are they post-docs who write down everything he does for later publication? Time will tell...
Oh, missing his favorite toy... Daddy's are always best.
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