It was jealousy at first sight. What, prey tell, was this person doing, coming into our house, stinking it up? And the noise! Oh the ear splitting noise! In the middle of the night for Pete's sake.
How could everyone be paying so much attention to this miniature person? She has no hair! And there I was with locks and locks of soft curly hair. And look at my eyes. Couldn't they see how sad I was? How forlorn?
Little by little things have changed. It may be defeat, however, we think it's much closer to acceptance.
He tries to lick her downy head, ever so slyly so as not to be detected. Just one lick as he passes by.
And he has become the nap centurion. Maybe it's the soothing Baby Einstein music that keeps him there, but we like to think that he has finally fallen in love.
Stumble It!
