I'm fast, but Mommy is faster. Every time I try to explore a new room, she beats me there and shuts the door. If I see something on the floor, she picks it up and puts it out of reach. What fun is being mobile if I can't get into anything? The one time I did get there first, it was a disaster. I saw something big, shiny and blue across the kitchen and made a mad dash for it. Before Mommy could get there, I reached up to the shelf and pulled it down with a loud crash. The sound made me cry and the shiny blue thing was all around me in tiny jagged pieces. My Mommy rescued me right away, cleaned the glass off and calmed me down. It didn't take long, I was more scared then anything. I didn't hurt myself at all. I guess next time I better be more careful when I'm off exploring.
Wednesday, December 19
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