It’s hard work being a baby.
If I ever meet those little pigs that are always supposed to be on their way to the market they are doomed I tell you. And what do they have to do with my toes anyhow?
When visiting my Grandma everyone fawns over how cute my “little fingers” are…how embarrassing.
….and how do I get out of this thing? What twisted member of the Spanish Inquisition created this torture device?
Why does everyone want their picture taken with me?
And now strange animals are trying to get into the house to get me! What is that thing?
Whew, good thing Patch the house guard dog stepped in or I might just have shown the crazy bird creature a thing or two…
What kind of pony is this and how am I expected to ride it?
It’s hard work being a baby but it must be even harder being a Grandma, I’ll just set her down for a nap before I get back on the job!