Dearest Mumma,
I ask you this in order to preserve my sanity. Why must you interrupt my important developmental play time with your maniacal diaper changing. I mean really! Are you out of your mind? There are Peek-a-Blocks that are in desperate need of being whacked onto the floor and you answer my wrinkly-faced whiny request to service my diaper at that precise moment? I can wallow in my own filth and continue to whine longer whilst I whack the Peek-a-Blocks until I deem them whacked enough. Then you may service my diaper. I just don't understand why you cannot complete you tasks at the precise moment I actually want them to be completed. Not a moment sooner or later. Do I not make myself clear?
Mumma, there is also the matter of your relentless insistence that I lie flat on my back for the duration of the diaper change. Why? Can't you remove the soiled diaper and clean my bottom while I crawl? Is it really that necessary to prevent me from getting my exercise? Seriously Mumma, you gave birth to me and I was ten and one half pounds. Surely you can handle changing me while I crawl. You are indeed a joke to laugh about around the Counting Caterpillar at Playgroup.
I do hope that this diaper changing ritual will improve. By the way, I heard you mentioning something about a "Musical Potty" in our inventory. The musical part sounds quite fun, but the "Potty" thing has me concerned. Will this device annoy me? Surely this policy will never come into effect. At least not for a while yet.
With Regards,
Daxon
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