I eat tags. Tags on my bibs. If mumma doesn’t put a bib on me, I get angry. She doesn’t like to leave them on me because a) they are ugly, and b) I get them really soggy and nasty. It’s calming to me. Some kids have a security blankey, some kids have a paci, I have my tags. Don’t judge me. I also have to sleep with a blankey now. I like to snuggle and cuddle. And I give kisses. Well, I bit mumma’s lip the other day though.
We had a good week of giggles. Grandma and Papa Simone came over to watch us Saturday night. Then we celebrated Papa’s birthday Sunday. Mumma wouldn’t let grandma feed me ice cream.
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