Mommy and daddy (to whom I've decided to begin referring as "M & D" just because it sounds more civilized) think I look like Hannibal Lecter when I suck on my green pacifier. I beg to differ. I think I look like a cute little baby sucking on a pacifer, thank you very much.
A word about these so-called pacifers. Their name is not evocative of their function. They rarely pacify me. M & D try to shove them in my mouth when I'm crying in order to quiet me down. Sometimes, if I'm in a decent move, I will humor the duo and accept it (though somewhat begrudgingly) for a very brief amount of time, but I can't say I enjoy it. Most of the time I spit it right now and in extreme cases, to really make a point, I will make gagging noises as I spit it out. Whenever I cry, all I really want is mommy's boob. How long will it take my clueless parents to finally figure this out?
Love,
WFT
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