On Mummy’s back.

Sometimes, Mummy finds it difficult to control me, and at the same time do the cooking.

So she put me in the backpack to have me under control.

But I ain’t that bad, am I?

I wonder why everybody looks so relaxed and happy,
when I have done my evening bath and finally is in my pyjamas.

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