I will poop in my diaper right after its been changed. Hey, those things are free right?
I will barf all over any new outfit you put me in.
If I have no diaper on and I sneeze, get out of the way. There will be a poop rocket.
Lucy will, no matter what, come lick up my barf. Im glad someone in this house likes it.
I know that the moment my mom finally falls asleep, I will wake up.
No matter how many times you feed me in a day, I will always act like im never going to be fed again when im waiting for food.
I know that people will always talk in a high pitched voice to me.
My mom will do anything to get me to smile.
My dad will do anything to make me not sad anymore.
I know I take priority over everything in life. This includes but not limited to sleeping, showering, brushing of the teeth, eating, and having a conversation.
If I cry loud enough, someone will pick me up and ask what's wrong.
With every new thing I learn how to do, my mom will always act like I just came up with the cure for cancer.
I know when my parents are nice and cozy in pj's, on their way out the door, or wants nothing but to go right back to bed, I will pee all over them and myself.
I know that mom still thinks my sneezes are the cutest thing in the world, and will always say bless you.