about a boy

Hello! Been really busy exploring the house to write much about how things are. I have discovered that M Grandparents’ have a nice kitchen with this black box that emits noise. Sometimes there is singing, other times its talking. I wonder who its talking to because I am certainly not responding to it. Its… foreign.

I have also found that there is a person living in a book and he mimics my actions. These days M grandma or mummy bring him out to visit and lay him beside me in the cot. They turn to this page where you see him in this oval part of the page. Its a bit sad that he is constrained by such a small space. The name written under his face is “GENIUS”. I am still trying to make friends with him but it is kind of difficult when all he does is follow exactly what I do. He looks really familiar somehow. Maybe I have seen him somewhere… maybe in the nursery at hospital? Some day I hope we can have a decent conversation together.

Things seem to be moving along here. Just last night I heard mummy planning for a party. I wonder whether I will be going too. It is going to be held soon. Two in fact now that we are talking about it. P Grandma was talking about one this Saturday when she dropped by with P Grandpa yesterday. Sounds like a big affair with cakes and lots of food. Wonder whether I will get to eat any of it. Better be on my best behaviour these days else I get left behind again when daddy and mummy go out. You know, they have been sneaking out for quick shopping trips without me. How unfair. Don’t they treat me as part of the family?

Sigh. I guess adults have to be trained.