People call me The Baby, but you can just call me Spoiled.
I have the power to make my Daddy get in the car during the middle of church and drive to the store just to buy me a pacifier.
That’s right! I have taught my parents very well.
They now know that they must never be at church, which incidentally interferes with my morning nap, without my pacifier because I will scream and cry at such an ear piercing decibel that even though Daddy has carried me out into the hall in a valiant, albeit vain, effort to walk me to sleep, Mommy can still hear me screaming over all the singing.
I sure hope Mommy and Daddy don’t put me through that again! I was so exhausted I fell straight to sleep as soon as I got that pacifier in my mouth!