Baby was on the floor rolling around from one end to the other. He stopped when he saw Gwennie walking by. With a wide smile and overwhelming happiness in his eyes he squealed with joy. “Pretty Kitty! Pretty, pretty kitty!”
Gwennie, annoyed as usual, sneered at him as she marched by. “Yes little thing; that’s right. I’m pretty. You’re very smart. I can’t even begin to tell you how intellectually stimulating it is for me to hear you tell me six times in one day that I’m pretty. Now go bug Little Missy!”
Baby smiled and shook his arms with excitement. “I thought you were Little Missy.”
“What? OH MY GOD! What is wrong with you? Why would you say that?” The worst thing anyone could do was tell Gwennie she looked like Little Missy.
“Look here, Little Thing! There is a very simple way to tell me apart from Little Missy. I’m beautiful and she’s as attractive as the hair on a horse’s ass!”
Baby rolled from his back to his stomach. “That’s a bad word. You said a bad word.”
“Well it’s nice to know you’re not completely stupid. Anyway, to make it easy on you I’m going to give you a visual education on the difference between Little Missy and I. Pay attention! I’m only gonna do this once.”
Gwennie went over to Momma’s computer and turned it on. Then she navigated her way through Momma’s blog and found pictures of her and Little Missy to show Baby. Performing this action with out a thumb demonstrated just how truly talented and special Gwennie is.
Gwennie loaded the pictures and then nudged the laptop with her head so Baby could see it.
“This is Me”
Baby scrunched his forehead. He was completely confused by this demonstration. “Kitty,” he cooed. “I know what the other kitty looks like. She lives here too.”
This angered Gwennie. “Oh shut up and look at the picture!”
