CHOTU'S DIARY
This is a real incident but from a one year olds perspective.
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CHOTU'S DIARY.
I was just about completing the devouring of the game thing dad got me yesterday. The last part needed the help of my only tooth and after a short battle it gave in. The game thing part i mean. That was when i was woken up from my sleep rather abruptly .Those were soft hand though, the touch of which makes me feel absolutely delighted.
As I opened my eyes and was in the process of executing my protest with mouth open, eyes releasing drops of water and the throat readying for what mummy calls crying, i held back as i found myself staring at the beautiful lady all dressed up, whose touch i spoke off and who i was introduced to first , upon my arrival to this strange place. My mommy.
What struck me was not her beauty but that she was dressed up fine and elegant. That means one thing. I get to get out of restricted area whiçh they call home ànd explore more of this strange place they banished me to! But for this mommy and that tough guy càlled dad , i would have send àn SOS to that guy they call Bramaha to transfer me to another place. That and the recent four days i freeked out at a lovely place, strangely a part of this strange place, which was somewhat like the place i came from. But the tough guy is also stupid as he decided to return to home.
Well, inspite the expectation of the oncoming adventure , i had to ensure that mommy is put through all the firewalls i had set up that will try and prevent me swallow the white liquid they call milk. My technical team assigned by Bramah was not good enough and most often these firewalls fail. I keep putting up new ones. But this lady keeps finding ways to overcome all these. She must be the only intelligent person in this strange place as i find rest of them walk straight into my trap. You must have seen the tough guy dad's face the last time i sprung up a simple one on him as he tried to put me to sleep. He he he..
I must tell you about this tough guy too. He indulges me, poor guy. Nice kinda types. I am still to figure our what he is trying to do when he wears special dress and then keeps lifting idiotic looking stuff. He keeps looking at the mirror too. Cant he learn from me and from the game stuff i enjoy?
The other day he took mommy and me to meet another stupid looking guy. On the way we picked up another brat. He was good looking. Handsome too! . Man he could give me good competition. Must watch out for this guy. He is tough guys age. I fooled him by letting out my screem and tears when he made funny faces at me. He thought i was scared! Me ! Ha haha. I did realise he had a way with babies! No pun indented here please. Then another lady joined us. She seemed all right at least for now. As i was saying , we went to meet that guy , who i called stupid. Not without reason. He looked much older than tough guy and that brat( i kept a watchful eye on him) . But he had yet to learn to walk!!! My Bramaha! I shed the walker the moment mommy gave it to me as i was in a hurry to walk myself. I had to if i have to explore this strange place. But this guy has spend most of his life, dont know doing what, but has still a walker with him . Not only stupid , he is lazy too! He has choosen a walker on which he can sit! Imagine! I left the place feeling that i must insist on tough guy to let me train this old guy. Least he wastes the rest of his life too.
I am now ready,mommy in tow, me walking alongside unsteady but firm in mind to go to where she and tough guy dad takes me today. Bye for now.
Check : kasmenon@ blogspot.com
CHOTU'S DIARY.
I was just about completing the devouring of the game thing dad got me yesterday. The last part needed the help of my only tooth and after a short battle it gave in. The game thing part i mean. That was when i was woken up from my sleep rather abruptly .Those were soft hand though, the touch of which makes me feel absolutely delighted.
As I opened my eyes and was in the process of executing my protest with mouth open, eyes releasing drops of water and the throat readying for what mummy calls crying, i held back as i found myself staring at the beautiful lady all dressed up, whose touch i spoke off and who i was introduced to first , upon my arrival to this strange place. My mommy.
What struck me was not her beauty but that she was dressed up fine and elegant. That means one thing. I get to get out of restricted area whiçh they call home ànd explore more of this strange place they banished me to! But for this mommy and that tough guy càlled dad , i would have send àn SOS to that guy they call Bramaha to transfer me to another place. That and the recent four days i freeked out at a lovely place, strangely a part of this strange place, which was somewhat like the place i came from. But the tough guy is also stupid as he decided to return to home.
Well, inspite the expectation of the oncoming adventure , i had to ensure that mommy is put through all the firewalls i had set up that will try and prevent me swallow the white liquid they call milk. My technical team assigned by Bramah was not good enough and most often these firewalls fail. I keep putting up new ones. But this lady keeps finding ways to overcome all these. She must be the only intelligent person in this strange place as i find rest of them walk straight into my trap. You must have seen the tough guy dad's face the last time i sprung up a simple one on him as he tried to put me to sleep. He he he..
I must tell you about this tough guy too. He indulges me, poor guy. Nice kinda types. I am still to figure our what he is trying to do when he wears special dress and then keeps lifting idiotic looking stuff. He keeps looking at the mirror too. Cant he learn from me and from the game stuff i enjoy?
The other day he took mommy and me to meet another stupid looking guy. On the way we picked up another brat. He was good looking. Handsome too! . Man he could give me good competition. Must watch out for this guy. He is tough guys age. I fooled him by letting out my screem and tears when he made funny faces at me. He thought i was scared! Me ! Ha haha. I did realise he had a way with babies! No pun indented here please. Then another lady joined us. She seemed all right at least for now. As i was saying , we went to meet that guy , who i called stupid. Not without reason. He looked much older than tough guy and that brat( i kept a watchful eye on him) . But he had yet to learn to walk!!! My Bramaha! I shed the walker the moment mommy gave it to me as i was in a hurry to walk myself. I had to if i have to explore this strange place. But this guy has spend most of his life, dont know doing what, but has still a walker with him . Not only stupid , he is lazy too! He has choosen a walker on which he can sit! Imagine! I left the place feeling that i must insist on tough guy to let me train this old guy. Least he wastes the rest of his life too.
I am now ready,mommy in tow, me walking alongside unsteady but firm in mind to go to where she and tough guy dad takes me today. Bye for now.
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