I'm not cool. I'm definitely not cool! 

     Something weird is happening, something really weird. It's poopeding me out! There's something about my legs and feet. . . they're. . . moving. . . on their own. I mean, my feet aren't touching the ground at certain points! My legs are sort of lifting them up and moving them forward in the air, making me move forward! This is poopedy scary! 

     It's also my guilty pleasure.  

     What I mean is, I'm flying forward while leaving Mom behind. Literally, I am! She's getting smaller and smaller! And she's smiling at me when I turn around to look at her. She's poopedy waving at me, grinning like there's no tomorrow! 

     Sigh, I love that smile. . .

     But, ok. . . why is she waving me away, towards the door behind me? I want to be with her, having her hold me, can't she see that? Is my love that invicible to her? 

     And, why is the enemy Dad crouching in front of the door? Is he gonna kidnap me again? Oh my god, he is! He's gonna steal me away from Mom forever! Well, I won't let him! You're gonna have to fight me if you want me!

     Though. . . my laughter while charging at the enemy might not be the best battle cry history's ever seen. But, I can't stop. It feels like flying again, this time, on my own. What's that word again? I've heard Mom say it before, when she told Dad her stomach was gonna grow yet again for the next 10 months. . . Dad screamed ever so loud