My diaper is wet
My mouth is dry
I cry and I cry
Daddy comes in
He picks me up
It’s a nice try
But it’s not enough.
He changes my diaper
I smack my lips
He gives me that sucky thing
I spit it out.
It’s not that thing!
That thing that goes in the mouth.
He carries me over to Momma.
My mouth opens
My lips curl.
Momma knows.
She knows about that thing that goes in the mouth.
She opens her blouse.
I turn my head to the left.
Where is it?
I know it’s near.
I can smell it.
Momma turns my head to the right
I see it!
It’s that warm dome-shaped thing
That goes in the mouth.
My mouth opens wide
I latch on tight
I have that thing
And it goes in the mouth.
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