Hi. It's me. You guys know me here as Baby. I'm 4, so I'm actually NOT a baby. I'm a big boy.
I thought you might want to know what it's like to be me. Here are some highlights of my day yesterday:
Begged for Halloween candy.
Cried when Mommy said no.
Kept asking, just in case she changed her mind.
Pouted, trying to make Mommy feel guilty that she was making me sad.
Went to preschool.
Learned about the letter B. It stands for bat, ball and bumblebee, you know.
Got picked up from preschool by my babysitter.
Told her LOTS of stories because I want them to come true. Like how I told her that I was going to Pump It Up with my buddy Joseph. And like that other time I told my grandma that I got to ride on the bus to go to the pumpkin patch, even though I hadn't! Grandma totally believed me! Cool.
Got picked up by Daddy at the babysitter's. She told Daddy about my stories. He told me that nobody likes a liar. I don't even know what that word means.
When I got home, Mommy was making dinner. I asked her if I could have some candy. She said no. Then I grabbed some dry angel hair pasta out of the box. When I was waving it around, I poked myself in the eye. With the pasta. It hurt. I cried.
At dinner, Mom and Dad talked to me about some guy called Pinno...Pinnok...Pinnochio? And how when he told stories, his nose grew. I made sure to feel my nose. It felt the same. Whew.
I thought I wanted meat sauce on my pasta. But then I didn't. Mom wouldn't scrape it off for me though. So I didn't eat. Or drink my milk. No dessert for me, but I didn't care.
I got my jammies on. And then Daddy and I had some snuggle time. I was tired so I closed my eyes. And fell asleep at 6:30.
It's totally exhausting being me, don't you know?