Saturday

Today Mom and Dad took me in a car ride across the city to see some friends from birthing class.  When we arrived at a house I looked around to see if there were any other babies and sure enough there was another milk-guzzler like me.  She was a bit smaller and she needed spit-up in her hair to get it to lay down.  Her name was Shula.  I told dad that I thought the football reference was cool, but he told me it had to do with the Bible, Shulamit something or other.  Whatever.  Then another milk-guzzler came in.  She was balder than an eagle!  I tried not to laugh too hard.  Then I fell asleep.  The end.