Mommy gets excited over the stupidest things.
She called Auntie Pua over to see a new "trick" that I can do. Here it is. Please, grab onto something steady nearby, for this will be sure to knock your onesie off.
Okay, ready? Here goes it:
I'm laying down. She grabs my hands. She pulls me up. I stand. Mommy cheers.
Seriously, that's it. Tah. Dah.
I hate to break it to you, Mommy, but I've got two legs. And, through multiple experiments, I've learned that their purpose is to hold me up for 5-7 seconds max, after which they collapse underneath me like a jello statue during an earthquake. That's what they do. They're legs. Duh.
So your little trick is just life the way it's intended.
Although, come to think of it, your legs don't work like that. And Daddy's neither. Or anyone else's I see. Actually, legs seem to actually move in a scissor-like motion and they take you places.
Why do mine turn to jello?
Wait. Maybe this whole "standing up" thing really is something.
Let's aim for ten seconds this time.
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