On Monday morning daddy came home and got me out of bed so mommy could sleep a little longer. I kept daddy company in the corner of the kitchen while he cooked. Actually, I was talking to my mobile, but he thought I was talking to him.
When I realized that I wasn't going to be eating the food, and that since mommy was sleeping, I wasn't going to be having any food at all, I became upset.
Daddy had to put me in the Bjorn and carry me around the house. Lucky I can face outwards now so I can show my discontent to the world. This was my attitude on Monday morning. Then we woke mommy up and she fed me. After breakfast, I was a happy baby again.
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