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The Secret Diary of a 23 Month Old (Part 35)

MONDAY
I think I’ve grown into a very generous person. I just love sharing stuff with other people. As long as I get it back straight away, I’ll share with absolutely anyone. Also, everyone else needs to share whatever they have with me at all times, otherwise I get very angry. And I’m not giving that stuff back. No chance. Never. Don’t even ask. I won’t.

TUESDAY
I’m sure there used to be stuff on the bottom shelf of the bookcase. That place is empty now. God knows why. Used to love throwing that stuff everywhere.

WEDNESDAY
My world has crumbled – I lost my teddy bear today. Worse than that, the Big People thought it was perfectly acceptable to give me a brand new replacement and consider the matter closed. WTF? I don’t think they grasp the concept that a good sleeping teddy can’t just be purchased from a shop. It has to tick several important boxes.

Firstly, the appearance. It needs to have some serious miles on the clock. Take a look at a brand new teddy. Now, imagine that box-fresh, innocent teddy bear has been squatting in a crack-den for seven months straight and you’re getting close to how it should look. Ideally it’ll also be covered in stains of all shapes and sizes from the three major sources. These must be of assorted vintage – some still damp and others matured to a pleasant crust. The scent should evoke a peculiar blend of revulsion and comfort and it ABSOLUTELY must have an appendage of some kind that can be jammed into one’s nose. (I cannot stress the last bit enough.)

This new one had none of the above. We had no connection. I cried all night and decided I’d never sleep again until in the end I shut my eyes and had a cracking ten hours.

THURSDAY
Need to sort my life out - tried to grab the actual poo from my nappy today. What the fuck is wrong with me?

FRIDAY
Bet myself that I could walk the entire length of the kitchen with my eyes shut. Walked into the oven instantly, fell over and bit my lip. The pain was terrible but to be honest, it was more embarrassing than anything. Will try again tomorrow.

SATURDAY
The Big People spent AGES making my food today. Refused to taste it on principal. They must learn.

SUNDAY
Slipped on a noisy book today and really hurt myself. Lay in a heap on the floor crying and the bastard thing was trash-talking me. Totally humiliated. Waited till later on and then ripped the gobby thing to pieces. It was still talking as I dismantled it piece by piece. Probably begging for mercy. Knobhead.

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