I had a visitor this past weekend, and we got along quite well. We stared at each other a lot. I acted like a monkey a lot. She still stared at me whilst I was acting like a monkey.
But then…came the blankie.
It made her happy.
And then I took the blankie away (I know I am crazy mean sometimes.)
To get some different kinds of pictures.
And all hell broke loose.
I had one unhappy camper on my hands.
So I gave it back. She passed out. Snuggled in my arms. And the picture taking was over. Because you just can’t not snuggle with a snuggly baby that smells wonderfully like a baby. You just can’t.