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The Secret Diary of a 6 Month Old (Part 3)

(Read Part 2 here)

MONDAY
Woke up late in a great mood and forgot I was hungry. Then remembered I was hungry and all hell broke loose.

TUESDAY
Can't be sure but think one of the big people did a trump today and blamed it on me. I know I'm new here but that doesn't seem fair. Gonna fill my nappy tomorrow and blame them.

WEDNESDAY
New toy arrived today and wasn't sure about it so put it in my mouth for a bit. Still not sure but left it in my mouth anyway.

THURSDAY
Big people were really annoying at food time. Kept holding my hands. So what if I want to eat through my eyes? I'm an individual.

FRIDAY
Was in a really grabby mood today. Felt like grabbing everything. Grabbed myself in the bath in a part I didn't know existed and the big people laughed but then looked quite concerned.

SATURDAY
Had some food today that was even nicer than my bib. Made my face move in directions I didn't think was possible. Mind. Blown.

SUNDAY
Got given the same food as yesterday and was so excited but it turned out to be totally different food and I hated it. Never felt so betrayed in all my life.

(To be continued...)

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