Today Mother dressed me an another ridiculous costume. It was humiliating. She had a panic attack of sorts when the feathers from my costume caused red bumps to pop up in one spot. She started screaming that I was having an allergic reaction. I tried to tell her that they were just marks from where the feather tips were poking me,(not that that felt great either), but she didn't understand what I was telling her....again.
We went shopping for chocolates for Father but I grew tired of watching Mother spend 15 mins looking at the same things over and over. Chocolate is chocolate and I never gave her permission to stop pushing my stroller so I made sure to scream loud enough that she ran, not walked, to the register.
Mother talked to me on the way home about how I needed to have independent play this evening so her and Father could have their "alone" time. I didn't have the heart to tell her that Mr. Baby doesn't do independent play, and I most certainly would not be taking a backseat to any adult matters. I won't be ignored. Iin response to my Mother's earlier suggestion, I purposefully stayed awake through my last nap of the day. Funny thing, I just wasn't tired. It's just as well, as I could tell by Mother's and Fathers's faces, that they really had nothing better to do than watch me play with my feet, while I demanded to be held.
Until next time,
Mr. Baby
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