the pieces of my life

Mommy just doesn’t understand me. I enjoyed the flight from Seattle to Boston. But there was so much to see and do! Who wants to just sit in the car seat? I tried to tell her what I wanted, but she seemed to be willfully ignoring me. After all, it couldn’t be easier to understand me: Stand! Stand! I want to stand! Look, I’m standing. I’m holding onto the back of the seat. The back of the seat. Mmmmm, the yummy back of the seat. If I could just get my entire mouth wrapped around this seat, I’d just be so happy. No, no, no! I want to sit RIGHT NOW! Sit me down! Now, now, now! Okay, I like sitt–I changed my mind, I changed my mind! I want to lie with my head on your shoulder. Oh, that’s nice. Quick, quick, where’s my finger? Where’s my finger? WHERE DID I LEAVE THAT FINGER–oh, here it is. Nice finger. But why is my head on Mommy’s shoulder? I want to stand! Didn’t I make that clear? I’m standing, I’m standing. Some guy in the next row thinks he’s funny. He’s making faces at me. I’m just staring. And staring. Ha ha ha ha! I guess he is funny! Why am I standing when I could be sitting? Sitting is no good. Wait, what’s this? Mommy’s trying to give me a toy. A toy? Who wants a toy? Mmm, the airplane magazine. That airplane magazine is good. Nibble nibble nibble. I can’t believe she’s letting me suck on the magazine. Nibble, nibble, nibble. Oh this is neat! Pieces of the magazine are coming off in my mouth! Hey! Where are you putting my magazine? Give it back! Arch back, arch back! Mommy, I don’t want to stand, I don’t want to sit, I don’t want to lean against you. DON’T YOU DARE PUT ME BACK INTO THE CAR SEAT OR I WILL SCREAM SO LOUDLY THEY’LL HEAR IT OVER THE AIRPLANE NOISE TEN ROWS BACK! Let me crawl. I don’t care if I can’t actually crawl. Put me down. Okay, walk me. I don’t care about a seat belt sign, WALK ME DOWN THE AISLE NOW! Why are you handing me to Daddy? I WANT MOMMY! That’s better. I think I’ll sit–no, stand–no, sit–no, stand–no, arch my back, arch my back–now. And only four hours and twenty-three minutes to go!

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