He toddles and jams the
chocolate cookie into his
mouth. And then, after it
is sopping wet with saliva,
he smooshes the cookie
into the crevice of one of
those plastic noisy toys
that sing and shriek and
light up with blinking lights
to his delight.

The noisy toy does all
these things and more.
It even makes the chocolate
cookie more mushy and hence
more desirable.

He glugs the milk from the
sippy cup. So delicious as
it runs down his chin and
neck. And then, he moves along
to another plastic noisy toy
that sings and shrieks and
lights up with blinking lights
to his delight.

He makes a poop and takes
a nap, he chases a ball and says
"deeeahuhhh" which means:
"pick me up, I need a hug."

He takes a bath and wears
fleecy pajamas with built
in slippers and a long zipper
that zips from the ankle
on the rght foot up to his
neck. He gets another chocolate
cookie and moves to another
plastic toy that sings and shrieks
and lights up with blinking lights
to his delight.

Imagine if he were thirty-five?