So, Mah and Pappy have finally lost it. (well, they actuallly lost it long ago but...) They are laboring under the impression that I am no longer a baby but an Ewok. Their descent into nerdom both amuses and frightens me.
Some day I'll win an Oscar
for the most talented baby of all.
But currently there is no category
that can begin to take in all
the talented, lovely things I do
especially when I make a poo.
It smells like cookies.
If you like cookies that smell like poo.
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