Riddle Me This, Mother?!?
Why would you bother to potty train me if you insist on keeping me in a cage while I sleep?
Of course, I mean that I still sleep in a crib, but essentially, it's a cage.
I can't get out at my own free will; I am a prisoner to my captors and am required to lay there until someone comes to retrieve me.
That being said...
Today was just one of those days that I was abruptly awoken by my bowels (not my favorite way to wake up). Unable to take myself to the facilities, I was forced to relieve myself in the diaper I must wear during sleeping hours (that's a whole other set of issues I have with this establishment).
As a side note, our house is for sale. My bowels, of course, do not care if we have a showing 30 minutes after they decide to wake me. Because my Mother was frantically cleaning so we could scoot out before the prospective buyers arrived, she didn't hear me politely ask to be taken to the bathroom. Needless to say, I didn't make it.
I laid there for what seemed an eternity. Naturally, I got bored.
I decided to take advantage of the only available resource...a perfect match to the consistency of finger paint, my full diaper.
Not wanting to get anything on my bedding (that's just gross), I threw all of my linens on the floor and started creating. I started with the slats of my crib. Each individual slat had its own theme, but the entire masterpiece was called "Ode To Poo".
Not a lover of The Arts, my Mom didn't see the beauty in what I had created. She mostly just cried.
I was quickly hosed off, dressed, and dropped at the house across the street.
After spending a few minutes at my Lady Abby's house, my Mom found her happy place and came back to get me.
Maybe this will prompt my parents to get me that Big Boy Bed I have been wanting.
If not, I have plenty more visions in my head of things to create, and the "finger paint" is in endless supply.
