Maggi Keeps 'Em Happy
It's Sunday morning and I am still sleeping. Is it in my dreams or for real that Ma and papa are coochie-cooing in hushed tones?
Baby is moving her head, then arms and tiny fingers. Oh, cho chweet!
Hush and look with wonder the miracle of God...
I open an eye. It's bright and...
... baby is squinting.
They are delighted.
Baby is squinting and with such big, black orbs for eyes, staring at the two silly adults.
I haven't opened my mouth, so, what, pray is the joke?
I open my mouth to...
...they grab a diaper, put on the ac, rock me, give me hugs and kisses with a bottle of warm milk...
I don't think they get it...
Oh, yes, we do. And, most often than not, we are right.
They give me an unopened yellow packet of Maggi Noodles to hold on to.
Bliss.
Phew!
Until the next time, that is!
Wink, wink.
Posted on June 28, 2017
It's Sunday morning and I am still sleeping. Is it in my dreams or for real that Ma and papa are coochie-cooing in hushed tones?
Baby is moving her head, then arms and tiny fingers. Oh, cho chweet!
Hush and look with wonder the miracle of God...
I open an eye. It's bright and...
... baby is squinting.
They are delighted.
Baby is squinting and with such big, black orbs for eyes, staring at the two silly adults.
I haven't opened my mouth, so, what, pray is the joke?
I open my mouth to...
...they grab a diaper, put on the ac, rock me, give me hugs and kisses with a bottle of warm milk...
I don't think they get it...
Oh, yes, we do. And, most often than not, we are right.
They give me an unopened yellow packet of Maggi Noodles to hold on to.
Bliss.
Phew!
Until the next time, that is!
Wink, wink.
Posted on June 28, 2017
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