The BabyGirl had been a complete fusspot since they left home. Today was to be a “catch-up” day for she and her Daddy as they had a lot of small errands to run all over the place.
But it just hadn’t turned out to be a good day at all for her. She couldn’t seem to stay on task and she had all-but given up on making her hair look right. And on top of that, she was desperately in need of a nap.
But it wasn’t until they got to the Slow-Mart that she started to throw a tantrum.
“Daddy, I’m not happy,” the BabyGirl pouted, crossing her arms in front of her as she followed her Daddy into the baby section for supplies.
“Aww,” her Daddy said, reaching to the shelves and filling his cart with a few containers of baby wipes. “Why are you unhappy?”
“Because they didn’t have the kind of apple juice I wanted at the grocery store. And they didn’t have the right colors of Kandi beads I needed at the arts-n-crafts store. And they didn’t give me the right girl toy in my Happy Meal,” she fussed, waddling by him and plopping down on her thickly-diapered bottom in the middle of the baby section. “I have a wedgie and I’m wet and I crinkle when I walk and people can see my diapee whenever I bend over.”
Her Daddy knelt down in front of her and placed the rubber nipple of her pacifier to her pouty, bottom lip.
“Open,” he said calmly and softly, the baby parting her lips and taking the nipple in her mouth as her eyes welled with tears. “It isn’t always easy being a baby, is it?”
The pouty Princess shook her head no at his question.
“Aww, Princess. I’m sorry,” her Daddy said, embracing her and then picking her up.
He carried her back to the shopping cart and put her in the child seat as he continued shopping.
“Are you wondering if people have figured out that you’re my BabyGirl?” her Daddy asked, the teary-eyed girl nodding and then giving him the biggest little girl hug she could muster. “It’s okay, baby. Because no matter what they think, they know they’ll never feel love the way you do, they’ll never feel happiness the way you do and they’ll never find that perfect place in this world as you have found for yourself.”
The BabyGirl sniffled but smiled. Her Daddy was right. There were far more pros than cons to being a crinkly cutie.
“But I wouldn’t worry anymore if people have figured out if you’re a baby or not,” her Daddy said, wiping away her tears before they streamed down her cheeks. “They already know.”
The BabyGirl smiled again, tinkling herself with a new-found happiness. What a wonderful way of looking at it all.
25 “Little Thoughts”