Little Zellers

Since we returned from vacation last week (pictures forthcoming), I have become increasingly dissatisfied with my current eating and sleeping arrangements:

1) I choose not to sleep in that big crib in a dark room all by myself. I resolve to cry until my mother comes and holds me in the rocking chair, and then I will fall asleep.

2) I choose not to limit my comsumption to milk. Though this manner of food has caused me to grow and become quite large, I desire to eat what everybody else is eating. I resolve to cry whenever I see anybody eating anything until I am fed myself.