They say I can't crawl. I don't know what that means but I go wherever I please. Just today I covered every inch of mama's bedroom floor. Even gave myself a black eye falling over.
Mama had to do something very important (or so it seemed) so I was hanging out with Da. Then he had to use the potty, which I assume is also very important, so I was stuck in this. Not to worry, I can get out if I want to. I just don't want to yet. This thing in front of me is moving and making noise.
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