Look at you. Loook aat yoouu! What a big guy you are! What a big guy you are! Look at those chubby cheeks. LOOK at those CHUBBY CHEEKS!
I tell you tiny man, cherish these times. Savor these days. These are the best days of your life. I mean - people talk about high school, but come on! Those days are going to be fine, I guess. But THESE days - oh, man! Lawsy, lawsy! People doting all over you, changing your diapie for you...feeding you, waiting on you hand and foot...carrying you around, jostling constantly - you won't stand for being put down, will you tiny man?
Heck no, you won't. And everybody loves you for it! Aw. Such a sweet disposition! Holler as much as you like - that's just how you communicate! Nobody has the slightest problem with how you go about your business. Look at those chubby cheeks!
I tell you. These days are so sweet and easy, compared to the rest of your life, that after a year or two your brain's automatic defense mechanisms will kick in to block the memory of how sweet it all was. Because if you could remember how sweet this is - you couldn't deal with the comedown! The rest of your life, it would all seem like just a stacked platter of smacked ass by comparison.
Savor these days, little dude. You won't remember them! But savor 'em anyway.
Good while supplies last.
I tell you tiny man, cherish these times. Savor these days. These are the best days of your life. I mean - people talk about high school, but come on! Those days are going to be fine, I guess. But THESE days - oh, man! Lawsy, lawsy! People doting all over you, changing your diapie for you...feeding you, waiting on you hand and foot...carrying you around, jostling constantly - you won't stand for being put down, will you tiny man?
Heck no, you won't. And everybody loves you for it! Aw. Such a sweet disposition! Holler as much as you like - that's just how you communicate! Nobody has the slightest problem with how you go about your business. Look at those chubby cheeks!
I tell you. These days are so sweet and easy, compared to the rest of your life, that after a year or two your brain's automatic defense mechanisms will kick in to block the memory of how sweet it all was. Because if you could remember how sweet this is - you couldn't deal with the comedown! The rest of your life, it would all seem like just a stacked platter of smacked ass by comparison.
Savor these days, little dude. You won't remember them! But savor 'em anyway.
Good while supplies last.
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