I am thirsty. I am very thirsty.
The littlest vending machine has taken over my water bowl. She won’t let me in.
My throat is dry. My tongue is dry. Her bum is wet. Very wet.
And when she is away from my water bowl, it is full. Full of baby toys. Full of spice jars. Full of spoons and cookie cutters.
Is it full of Cheerios or meat? NO!
Is it full of water? NO!!
And I am outside and can’t get in to shoo her away.
Life just isn’t fair. Mom, help me!!!