So, I know I haven't written in a while. Life has just been so BUSY. It's hard work learning all this stuff and going all these places. A few weeks ago, we went all the way to a magical, wonderful place called CLEVELAND where my Grandpa and Grandma and cousin Mya and Aunt Juju and Aunt Mimi live, and it was AWESOME. And we've been to the farm and to the pool and to the park and on car rides and the library and the fire station and the construction site and so many awesome places I just can't explain. My life is just so busy.
But today, I need to talk about a VERY important issue. Muffins. Muffins are the best food in the whole wide world except for maybe cheese (especially gouda) and blueberries and chocolate. Muffins are my all time favorite breakfast food except for maybe pancakes and waffles when we have them. And when AuntK makes me muffins, you BETTER not get in my way when I want them. I don't CARE if I just had a really stinky diaper and you want to wash your hands. I don't CARE that I don't have my shirt on yet, or that you want to get my milk ready first. I don't CARE that you're sleepy because I woke up way earlier than usual. I want my muffin and I want it NOW.
And I don't want just ONE muffin. No. I need one in EACH HAND. I don't CARE that the one you just handed me is a big one instead of a mini one. I want TWO. And don't you dare try to take away the bigger one to swap it for two small mini ones. Because you already GAVE me that muffin and I want it, even though I won't eat a whole big one and a mini one. I just don't understand why this is such an issue, Mama. I just don't understand.
And of course once I get my muffins, don't you DARE try to tell me where I need to sit to eat them. If I want to sit right in the middle of the living room floor and get crumbs all over the carpet instead of sitting in my chair, that's my prerogative. I am Destructor. Hear me ROAR!
And later, after I've eaten my muffins, of course I want snuggles and hugs because really, I understand, Mama, that you don't always comprehend the magnitude of my needs. And I'm sorry for your ignorance. Someday, Mama, someday you'll grow up enough to understand that muffins are the most important thing in the world on very specific mornings. And other days it's waffles. And other days I could care less about breakfast, but don't you DARE keep me from playing with my trains. Or my cars. Or my pillow fort. I don't think I'm that unclear about these things. Sigh. Someday, Mama, you'll understand.
