Who's the Mac Daddy now? High five little man. That's what I'm talkin' about! It's nice to see you've graduated from that piddly little baby chair, that barely fits the bacteria laden sink, to the big time porcelain tub spilling over with bubbles galore. I'm glad you enjoy the Winnie the Pooh bubble maker too. Auntie E's an expert on the best baby toys ever, so just work on saying the word and I bet you can get me to buy you anything you want. I only hope that tub is not the same one mommy and daddy use to clean that big, dumb ass chocolate Labrador they call Daisy. Trust me, there's nothing remotely dainty or lovely about her as her name would have one believe, but you've probably already figured that out by now and love her anyways. I know she's just stupid and means well but, I'm still a little bitter about her fishing out my underwear from my suitcase and traipsing around the house with it in her mouth, (just dripping with pools of drool), in front of your mommy's family. But I digress.
Reveal in your achievements but don't grow up too fast. Let mommy and daddy think you still need them from time to time. It makes them happy to feel useful. You'd be surprised how long you can milk that helpless baby act for. Take advantage of having fun and being catered to for as long as you can because before you know it you'll be walkin' it by yourself with a shitload,(I mean diaper load), of responsibilities and not much time for anything else.
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