Because I’m Fwree

by Emmy Weller

Because I’m fwree, I will wake up before everyone else and call from my cage for Momma and Dada, until I fall back to sleep due to being ignored.

Because I’m fwree, I will dress myself in the same outfit, over and over, inside out and stained, because I love the soft pants and pocket on my tee.

Because I’m fwree, I will carry (or rather YOU will carry) pink blankey, big white blankey, mimi #1, #2, and #3 downstairs so I can wake up cozily.

Because I’m fwree, I will help make each meal for myself, detailing my demands for you, and then not eat any of it.  I am bored by your allegiance, Momma.

Because I’m fwree, I will climb up on any surface to reach whatever you claim I cannot have.

Because I am fwree, I will refuse a nap but happily sleep sitting up in my carseat on an afternoon errand or while I watch a show as you prepare dinner…but I am getting better at falling asleep at night (maybe that’s because of the medicine I love to take…)

Because I am fwree, I will want a bath every night but not any soap.

Because I am fwree, I will share (LOUDLY) my displeasure at your faulty idea that you are in charge of me.

Because I am fwree, and the cutest ever, I will do all this and you will love me more because I won’t be fwree forever.

 

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