It's all turning out to be quite fun. I now engage in a range of activities competently: feeding (I am a guzzler, I know, you can tell by all the wind and farting); sleeping, which I'm just about fully-trained to achieve in a short space of time using a series of regular pats and shushing; and cry-screaming, which is what I do when I'm not feeding or sleeping.
Mr Crocodile has been my favourite toy, as I like his green fur and that he plays me nice music. Unfortunately, the tingly piano thing inside is now broken, through overuse. I'm sure there's a lesson in there for me. Thankfully, not only have I just been born (lots of presents) but it has also been Christmas (lots of presents). Mr Crocodile will not be retired, but he will be silent. For animated lights and noise now, I rely upon Alfie Bear, who keeps telling me that he loves me. I'm sure there's a lesson in there, too.
Oo, a bad thing happened the other day. I was asleep and went for a drive with Mum and Dad, and did my usual and carried on sleeping. I don't know whether it's the motion, or the fumes. Anyway, I was picked out of the car, all warm and fuzzy and sleepy, and Dad carried me into a white-walled room with a lot of seats. We sat. We got up and went into another room, me still completely zapped. Suddenly, there's a terrible pain in my leg, so I do my Option Three: screaming. I certainly woke up sharpish. And then it happened again, in my other leg. Scream some more. And then demand to be fed. That's what I'll do. Anyway, at least I know my pain reflexes are working properly.
I have been trying since I can remember to copy Mum and Dad's faces more and more, and I think I've now got smiling down off-pat. It seems to please Mum and Dad. Maybe I can use this tactic in the future. Will it work with teachers? And girls?
All in all, loving it. What a crazy place.
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