Actually, this morning I woke up in a rare fussy mood. Maybe I didn't sleep well because of my crazy busy day on Thursday. I got up a little earlier than Dad did ... so Mom brought me down for some quality time with him. Dad was still sleeping when I got there, so I just laid there and thought a little bit.
After my visit to Manhattan, I was struck by how busy it was there and how daunting the hustle and bustle seemed to me. I pondered a little about the meaning of life and the whole rat race that was life in the big city. What was the purpose of all that commotion and madness? I wondered what it was going to be like driving in and out of the city every day! I was going to be a bona fide "Bridge and Tunnel Baby" - Yikes! No wonder I woke up cranky this morning! That was a lot for me to take in yesterday. I had a lot to think about.
Eventually, Dad begrudgingly abandoned the bed and got ready for work. When he got out of the shower and saw that I was still thinking about the whole big city livin' thing - he picked me up and comforted me by telling me that I was only three months old and that by the time I was six months old, I would be twice my current age and more than prepared for the daily commute into the city. Even though I was dubious, I was still comforted by his presence.
Too bad he had to go to work ... in that concrete jungle.
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