Little Richie, why do you sleep with your head cocked to the side and smushed into the nearest object? Why do you insist on being held so you can insist on being put back down? Why do you poop on almost every outfit I put on you? Why can't you sit still for more than five minutes at a time? Why do you smile in your sleep? Why do you pee in your bathwater? Why is it you enjoy watching tv already? And how is it that you manage to fill my life with such joy and happiness?
Maybe one day, you'll let me know.
1 comment:
this was a cute post. shoot me an e-mail sometime. i quit blogging and myspace.
kreiss@liberty.edu
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