I'm experiencing separation anxiety now. I can't be left on my own. My Mamee and Dadee put me in my playpen everytime and it scares me because I'm alone in that little bed. I want to be with them in that big bed. I love to rollover. It's fun until I fell from the bed one night. I think both my parents freaked out. I cried but just for a little while. I was actively playing afterwards.
I just loved to be picked up. I can't stand being on my own yet. I'll cry until one of my parents pick me up. Call me spolit or whatever. I deserve it. I'll play for awhile though on my laptop or my little teapot book and get bored easily. I sensed my Mamee is planning to get me another toy. Hehehe. I think it's a drum.
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