The misfortunes of Samuel
Oh, Samuel!
How sad, to drink milk every three hours rather than whenever you wish (now that your mother has returned to her job).
Your cries, your protestations, have not previously been this loud. Dear, dear Lamblet.
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This afternoon, your father put you into your crib. Oh, how insulting! And to think, he turned on the whale noises to quiet you!
Only when he moved you to his bed did you calm down!
(You could still hear the whale noises through the baby monitor.)
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All too soon, you finished napping. Your father put on a soccer game. You like to watch soccer games.
Were you mollified?
You were not.
You wriggled and wriggled, insistent on this bizarre posture for your feeding:
You threw your pacifier across the room.
Your father rearranged the furniture to find that pacifier. Did he find it? He did not.
And when your mother came home, were you overjoyed? You were not.
How sad, to drink milk every three hours rather than whenever you wish (now that your mother has returned to her job).
Your cries, your protestations, have not previously been this loud. Dear, dear Lamblet.
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
This afternoon, your father put you into your crib. Oh, how insulting! And to think, he turned on the whale noises to quiet you!
Only when he moved you to his bed did you calm down!
(You could still hear the whale noises through the baby monitor.)
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
All too soon, you finished napping. Your father put on a soccer game. You like to watch soccer games.
Were you mollified?
You were not.
You wriggled and wriggled, insistent on this bizarre posture for your feeding:
You threw your pacifier across the room.
Your father rearranged the furniture to find that pacifier. Did he find it? He did not.
And when your mother came home, were you overjoyed? You were not.