Growing Up

It’s about time that I am no longer subjected to sustaining a potential head contusion while simply trying to get out of bed.  After much denial, my Mom finally admitted that taking the front rail off of my crib was necessary for two very important reasons:
1. The obvious safety hazard of a small boy shimmying down the front of a much larger object to the unyielding floor below,
And
2. I AM ALMOST 3 & NOT A BABY ANYMORE!

You would think I was just sentenced to life in prison the way that woman cried and carried on.

She quickly got over her nostalgic cry-fest when I took the liberty of removing myself from my bed more times than necessary…all night long…just because I could.

Get used to it lady.  I'm growing up.  So don't blink.